Chapter 10
Downstairs, estate security escorted Victoria forcefully toward the master dressing room to pack her personal belongings.
She kicked off her high heels in defiance, refusing to cooperate as two female staff members began filling her designer suitcases.
"Pack everything! Every single piece of jewelry, every couture gown, or I will sue this entire estate into oblivion!" she spat.
The staff worked with mechanical precision, ignoring her venomous threats while executing the master's direct orders with absolute discipline.
Within an hour, ten leather designer suitcases were lined up neatly beside the heavy oak front doors of the mansion.
The subtle US flag on the hallway wall fluttered faintly in the draft as the heavy front doors swung open to the night.
Victoria was guided out onto the grand stone porch, the crisp night air stinging her bare shoulders under the velvet dress.
A sleek black limousine idled at the curb, its headlights piercing through the darkness of the private gated driveway.
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"Your transport is ready, Ms. Davenport," the head security guard stated coldly, holding open the rear door of the vehicle.
Victoria glared at him with pure hatred, realizing that her golden cage had permanently locked its doors behind her.
