Chapter 8
Twenty minutes later, Martha was zip-tied to a steel chair inside a dimly lit concrete holding room beneath the estate's security annex.
The heavy steel door swung open, and Carter stepped into the room, tossing a thick dossier onto the metal table.
"Mr. Sterling, please! I have a family!" Martha begged, her face pale and covered in sweat.
Carter didn't answer; he pulled a metal chair opposite her and sat down, his ice-cold eyes staring into her soul.
"Harrison Cole offered you two million dollars to abuse my daughter and break her spirit," Carter stated with absolute certainty.
Martha gasped, realizing Carter already knew every detail of their conspiracy.
"It was Mrs. Sterling's idea!" Martha cried out, breaking down into hysterical sobs. "She said if the child appeared traumatized, the court would grant her sole legal guardianship after you died!"
"Where is the offshore account where Cole transferred the first deposit?" Carter asked softly.
"Grand Cayman... Bank of the Antilles!" Martha shrieked. "Account number 884-Delta! That's all I know, I swear!"
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Carter stood up, signaling to Jackson standing near the door.
"Hand her over to the Federal Bureau of Investigation," Carter ordered. "Ensure she faces child endangerment and corporate espionage charges."
