Chapter 7
Sunrise brought no relief to the disgraced Sterling family as heavy trucks pulled up to the estate gates. Federal marshals posted formal notices of property seizure on the iron gates while reporters gathered down the street.
Julian walked out the front doors carrying a single duffel bag, his charcoal grey suit completely ruined.
Margaret sobbed hysterically as she was guided toward a taxicab, her high-society dreams crushed beyond repair.
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Elena watched from the second-story balcony, resting her arms against the stone railing with quiet triumph.
The framed US flag in the background hallway glistened in the morning sun, symbolizing a fresh start built on justice.
