Chapter 3
"What is that paper, Ethan? Show your mother right now!" Eleanor demanded, her arrogant voice cracking slightly with sudden, creeping apprehension.
Ethan could not speak; his vocal cords felt entirely paralyzed as the damning evidence of his offshore asset concealment stared right back at him.
"It's the forensic accounting audit of your family's trust funds, detailing every single dollar you embezzled from my personal inheritance," Clara stated loudly.
Murmurs erupted like wildfire among the wedding guests standing near the dessert table, their eyes fixed on the dramatic confrontation unfolding by the patio.
"You hacked my private accounts? You've been spying on me?" Ethan finally managed to choke out, his face turning an unhealthy shade of pale gray.
"I didn't have to hack anything; your Swiss bank syndicate sent the compliance confirmation straight to my legal team this morning," Clara replied sharply.
Maya whimpered softly against Clara's emerald green shoulder, her little light yellow floral dress catching the dim amber glow of the reception string lights.
Eleanor lunged forward, trying to snatch the folded white document from her son's hands, but Ethan pulled back instinctively with a panicked scowl.
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"Stay out of this, Mother! This is between us!" Ethan snapped, forgetting his manners for the first time in front of high society.
The US flag standing near the dessert table fluttered softly in the evening breeze, serving as an ironic witness to the collapse of a fraudulent empire.
