Chapter 4: The Federal Breach
Panic finally broke Julian’s composure. He dropped his glass, shattering it beside the first one, and fell to his knees, clutching his chest as phantom pains of the imagined poison began to consume his mind.
"Get me a doctor! Call an ambulance! I'm poisoned! Victoria, please, save me!" he screamed, his aristocratic dignity completely dissolved into pathetic sobbing.
The heavy doors unlocked with a sharp click, and federal marshals, accompanied by local emergency medical teams, swarmed into the grand ballroom. They bypassed the wedding guests with practiced precision, moving straight toward the weeping groom on the floor.
Special Agent Thomas Vance stepped forward, holding a pair of heavy steel handcuffs. "Julian Vance, you are under arrest for attempted premeditated murder, corporate espionage, and domestic conspiracy."
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As the cold steel clicked shut around his wrists, Julian writhed in terror, screaming for medical intervention. The paramedics hooked him up to a portable monitor, only to confirm what the bride already knew: the glass he drank from had been intercepted and replaced with harmless sparkling cider just minutes before he took the stage. He wasn't dying of poison; he was dying of the sheer, unadulterated terror of his own karma.
As federal agents dragged Julian out of the ballroom in full view of the horrified guests and hovering news cameras, the devastating scale of his crimes was broadcast to the entire nation.
