Chapter 7
The security guards stared at one another in sudden, paralyzed confusion, their weapons trembling slightly as their tactical HUD screens flashed red.
"That's impossible... our payroll is funded directly by Senator Sterling's private offshore accounts," the head guard stammered in disbelief.
"Senator Sterling's accounts were frozen by the Department of Justice forty-two minutes ago," Jaxson replied smoothly, pulling his hand out of his coat pocket.
He tossed a heavy gold-plated federal warrant onto the marble floor, sliding it across the polished surface until it stopped at Victoria's feet.
Victoria looked down at the official government seal stamped in bold red ink, her knees finally giving out completely.
She collapsed onto the floor in a crumpled heap of crimson velvet, her aristocratic facade shattering into a million irreparable pieces.
"No... this can't be happening. We are untouchable!" Victoria sobbed, rocking back and forth in absolute despair.
Jaxson ignored her pathetic breakdown, turning his full attention back to Chloe, who stood frozen in shock against the wall.
He reached out slowly, his tattooed hand gently lifting the vintage locket necklace to examine its intricate silver engravings up close.
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"Your real name isn't Chloe, is it?" Jaxson asked softly, his voice carrying a deep, melancholic warmth.
"It's Elizabeth... Elizabeth Sterling, the rightful heir to the entire estate you've been forced to clean."
