Chapter 8 - Genevieve And Julian Panic As Their Lies Fall Apart

Genevieve clung desperately to Julian’s arm, her expensive diamond necklace rattling against her trembling collarbone.
“Julian, make them stop! What is happening to our wedding funds?!” she screamed hysterically across the silent room.
Julian looked wildly around the room, finally recognizing the private security emblems worn by Arthur Blackwood’s men.
“You... you’re Arthur Blackwood?” Julian whispered, staring at the elderly patriarch with eyes wide as saucers.
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“You dared to lay your hands on my granddaughter, and you thought your pathetic company could survive,” Arthur stated coldly.
Julian dropped to his knees on the marble floor, his arrogance evaporating into pathetic, sniveling terror.
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