Chapter 8
Meanwhile, Ethan sat inside a sterile conference room downtown, facing a panel of aggressive federal investigators and corporate auditors.
His light grey suit was rumpled, his hair unstyled, and the arrogant confidence he once possessed had completely vanished into thin air.
"Mr. Sterling, these wire transfer logs show a systematic draining of familial and spousal trust funds over a period of three years," the lead agent noted.
"I authorized those transfers under corporate restructuring guidelines," Ethan stammered defensively, avoiding direct eye contact with the panel.
"Corporate restructuring does not involve purchasing luxury real estate in the Cayman Islands under your personal mistress's name," the auditor countered.
The heavy silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the scratching of pens documenting every single lie Ethan attempted to spin.
"Your mother's legal team has officially severed your inheritance rights, leaving you with zero liquid assets to cover your defense," the agent stated.
Ethan buried his face in his hands, realizing that his greed, arrogance, and utter lack of moral integrity had completely destroyed him.
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He was facing up to twenty years in a federal penitentiary for white-collar crimes that could no longer be hidden behind elite status.
The handcuffs clicked sharply against his wrists minutes later as federal marshals prepared to escort him to the holding facility.
