Chapter 6 - The Culprit Tries to Blend Into the Staff Members
Realizing his corporate conspiracy had entirely collapsed, Julian made a desperate break for the kitchen service corridor.
He shoved past the estate caterers, sending silver trays and crystal champagne flutes crashing violently onto the marble floor.
“Stop right there! Federal security hold!” shouted one of the tactical guards stationed near the pantry entrance.
Julian didn't slow down; he wrenched open the heavy stainless-steel kitchen door leading toward the staff quarters.
Before he could cross the threshold, Marcus intercepted him with a brutal, textbook tackle that slammed Julian against the tiled wall.
“Going somewhere special, Julian? The federal agents haven't even arrived to interview you yet,” Marcus mocked, pinning his arms.
Julian thrashed and cursed wildly, kicking his expensive Italian leather shoes against the kitchen cabinets.
“Let me go, you rented thug! Ethan will regret destroying our corporate merger over a pregnant woman’s hysteria!” Julian screamed.
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Marcus slapped heavy steel zip-ties around Julian’s wrists, neutralizing his violent struggle instantly and permanently.
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