Chapter 3 - The Mistress and Father Lose Their Composure
Outside on the grand terrace, Chloe rushed toward the glass sliding doors, her designer heels clicking frantically against the stone.
“Richard, what is happening out there? Why are federal vehicles swarming the front gates?” she demanded, clutching her pearl necklace.
Richard Vance Sr. adjusted his custom-tailored suit jacket, his sharp eyes narrowing as three black SUVs blocked the main fountain.
“It’s a mistake; some local bureaucratic nonsense that Alexander will clear up in five minutes,” Richard muttered, though his voice lacked conviction.
Inside the kitchen, Alexander lunged forward, grabbing Victoria’s slender wrist with a bruising, aggressive grip.
“What kind of sick prank are you pulling with those sirens, Victoria? Answer me right now!” he shouted in her face.
Victoria calmly looked down at his fingers clamped around her arm, her eyes devoid of any fear or submission.
“Let go of me, Alexander, before you regret the next breath you take on this earth,” Victoria whispered with dead-eyed calm.
Alexander recoiled slightly at the sheer chilling authority in her tone, his grip loosening despite his overwhelming confusion.
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The heavy oak front doors of the mansion were suddenly blown wide open by heavily armed federal law enforcement officers.
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