Chapter 5 - The Blackwood Patriarch Reacts With Lethal Ice Cold Fury

Arthur Blackwood slowly rose to his full height, his gaze locking onto Genevieve with a look that promised instant execution.
The temperature in the grand ballroom seemed to drop twenty degrees as the patriarch stepped forward.
Julian Vance frowned, pushing his way through the stunned crowd with an expression of arrogant annoyance.
“Old man, take your brat and get out of here; this is a private Vance Group celebration,” Julian barked loudly.
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Arthur didn't even blink, lifting two fingers into the air with slow, deliberate precision.
Dozen of armed private security operatives in tactical suits immediately flooded every exit of the grand ballroom.
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