Chapter 8 - Christopher Confronts His Wife Regarding The Hidden Bank Accounts
Before heading downtown to the corporate headquarters, Christopher visited the county detention facility where his wife was held.
She sat behind the reinforced glass partition in an orange jumpsuit, her glamorous facade completely stripped away by reality.
Christopher picked up the telephone receiver, sliding a copy of the Cayman Islands bank statements against the glass.
“You planned everything down to the smallest detail, didn't you?” Christopher asked, his voice echoing through the intercom.
She stared at the papers, offering a cold, bitter smile that didn't reach her hollow, exhausted eyes.
“You were too busy building your empire to notice when your own fortress was rotting from the inside out,” she hissed back.
“Marcus Sterling helped you set up the offshore shell company, and he was supposed to inherit half the estate,” Christopher stated flatly.
Her eyes flicked upward in a micro-expression of sheer panic, confirming the CFO’s direct involvement in the conspiracy.
“You’ll never pin the corporate side on me, Christopher... Marcus will take the fall before I spend twenty years behind bars,” she sneered.
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Christopher hung up the phone without another word, turning his back on her as she screamed curses against the glass partition.
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