Chapter 2: The Trap Springs
The room went deathly silent. Julian, the estate’s long-time security manager, stepped forward. He wasn't one to speak much, and he rarely interfered in family politics, but his eyes were fixed on Maya with an unreadable expression.
"I’ll check the bag, ma’am," Julian said, his voice flat.
He took the backpack from Maya’s shaking hands. Mrs. Sterling watched with bated breath, her eyes gleaming with predatory delight. Julian unzipped the main compartment. He reached inside and pulled out a leather-bound history textbook. Then, he dipped his hand back in and withdrew a velvet pouch. He opened it, and there, glimmering in the chandelier light, was the priceless vintage watch.
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A collective murmur rippled through the guests. Maya’s face drained of color. "No... that's impossible. I didn't—I never—"
"Save it for the judge," Mrs. Sterling sneered, crossing her arms. She looked at the guests, soaking in their pity and shock. "I tried to give her a home. I tried to treat her like family. This is how she repays me. Julian, call the authorities. She’s to be removed immediately."
