Chapter 8 - Uncle Richard Threatens Caleb Across The Mahogany Table
Before the federal marshal could cross the threshold, a heavy set of footsteps echoed loudly from the grand foyer.
Richard Sterling strode into the dining room, wearing an expensive tuxedo and an arrogant, untouchable smirk.
“What is the meaning of this childish theater? Arthur, call your private security and throw these hoodlums out!” Richard barked.
Arthur looked up at his brother-in-law, his eyes burning with a lifetime of misplaced trust and bitter betrayal.
“The theater is over, Richard... I know about the warehouse fire in 1985,” Arthur said, his voice dangerously low.
Richard’s confident smirk flickered for a microsecond before he quickly recovered his cold composure.
“You’re losing your mind in your old age, Arthur; the stress of these high-society dinners is finally catching up to you,” Richard mocked.
Caleb stepped forward, placing the weathered leather dossier directly beneath Richard’s nose.
“Recognize the crimson wax seal, Richard? Jonathan Vance’s grandson isn't going away quietly,” Caleb challenged.
Richard glanced down at the document, his face turning an alarming shade of pale as his eyes locked onto the secondary name.
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“That’s a forgery... manufactured by a disgruntled veteran looking for a quick payout!” Richard shouted defensively.
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