Chapter 3 - Security Withdraws As Tension Fills Air
The two private security guards who had rushed forward moments ago suddenly halted, glancing uncertainly at Jonathan’s rigid posture.
Marcus, the head of estate security, lowered his hand from his suit jacket where his radio was clipped.
“Boss, do you want us to escort her off the church grounds?” Marcus asked cautiously over the murmurs.
Jonathan raised his hand slightly, signaling for absolute silence across the stone steps.
“Nobody touches her,” Jonathan commanded, his deep baritone cutting through the anxious whispers of the wedding party.
The ragged woman slowly lifted her chin, her tired eyes shimmering with unshed tears as she looked up at her son.
“You grew up so tall, Jonathan... just like your father used to talk about before he passed away,” she murmured softly.
Victoria let out a sharp, incredulous laugh, stepping directly in front of Jonathan to block the woman from view.
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“Listen to me, you delusional beggar, whatever financial scam you're trying to run ends right here today,” Victoria threatened coldly.
“Get off this property before I have you arrested for trespassing and harassment,” the furious bride added, her voice shaking with rage.
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