Chapter 3 - Clara Attempts To Deny The Undeniable Bloodline Proof
Arthur gently reached out his calloused hands, cupping Sophia’s tear-stained face with infinite tenderness and reverence.
“My little girl… they told me you died in that tragic fire twenty years ago,” Arthur choked out, tears finally breaking free.
“Uncle Richard paid the orphanage to hide me away so he could inherit the entire Pendelton trust,” Sophia whispered tremulously.
Clara pushed her way through the stunned crowd of onlookers, her ruby red evening gown rustling violently with her agitation.
“Arthur, you are losing your mind! She is nothing more than hired help trying to steal your fortune!” Clara barked furiously.
Arthur slowly turned his head to look at Clara, his expression instantly shifting from a grieving father to a ruthless patriarch.
“Silence, Clara,” Arthur commanded in a low, lethal tone that carried effortlessly across the entire expansive foyer.
“You dared to scream at my flesh and blood in my own home, treating her like an absolute animal.”
“Security!” Arthur roared, standing up to his full height with terrifying authority.
Within seconds, four burly private security operatives in crisp black suits stepped forward from the shadows of the arched doorways.
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Clara took a nervous step backward, her manicured fingers digging into the expensive fabric of her gown.
“You can’t throw me out! I am a Pendelton by marriage! We are partners in this empire!” Clara screeched in terror.
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