Chapter 3
Before Richard could raise his hand to strike the glass panel again, a deafening explosion ripped through the mansion's foyer. The heavy oak front doors blew inward with a thunderous crash that shattered the delicate crystal chandeliers overhead.
Screams of terror erupted from the wedding guests as heavy tactical boots stormed across the polished hardwood floors. Smoke grenades hissed near the ballroom entrance, filling the air with a dense, white chemical fog.
Richard spun around in absolute shock, his charcoal tuxedo suddenly feeling less like a wedding suit and more like a trap. "Federal tactical retrieval unit! Nobody move or you will be neutralized immediately!" a booming voice echoed through the halls.
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Inside the bathroom, Chloe let out a profound sigh of relief as heavy footsteps approached her locked door. The small US flag on the bathroom wall fluttered slightly from the shockwave of the breach outside.
Richard frantically slammed his fists against the glass door, his arrogant composure instantly evaporating into sheer panic.
