CHAPTER 3
Grant’s sisters stood paralyzed in shock as two female agents stepped forward, securing both Vanessa and Brooke in handcuffs right beside the grand piano.
"Grant! Do something!" Vanessa screamed, her voice cracking with pure, frantic terror as her diamond bracelets clinked against the cold metal cuffs. "Tell them we didn't do anything wrong! Tell them it's all her fault!"
She pointed her manicured finger directly at me as I lay on the cold marble floor beside my overturned wheelchair.
Agent Vance glanced down at me, his stern expression softening into deep professional concern as he motioned for a paramedic team waiting outside.
"Mrs. Mara Whitmore?" Agent Vance asked gently, kneeling down beside me as two emergency medical technicians rushed into the foyer with a stretcher.
"Yes, Agent Vance," I whispered, my voice raspy and weak from the excruciating pain radiating through my crushed pelvis. "The encrypted servers and physical evidence ledgers are stored in the secondary vault behind the wine cellar."
Grant’s jaw dropped as he stared at me, his eyes wide with a horrific realization that shattered his arrogant illusion of safety forever.
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"You..." Grant stammered, taking a shaky step backward until an agent grabbed his arm, forcing his wrists behind his back. "You knew... You knew about the basement vault?"
"I built the security encryption for that vault eight years ago, Grant," I said softly, looking directly into his terrified eyes as the paramedics carefully lifted me onto the stretcher. "Did you really think I wouldn't notice when you altered the concrete foundation blueprints during the house renovation?"
