Chapter 25 - THE CHALET SURROUNDED
Thick snow fell gently over the pine trees surrounding the luxury three-story wooden chalet in St. Moritz.
Inside, Beatrice sat beside a roaring stone fireplace in an emerald green silk robe, sipping red wine.
She smiled to herself, listening to classical music echoing softly through the warm, opulent living room.
Suddenly, the lights flickered twice and died, plunging the chalet into complete, freezing darkness.
Outside, the muffled sounds of her private security guards being silently disarmed echoed through the snowstorm.
Beatrice stood up in alarm, dropping her wine glass onto the plush Persian rug as heavy footsteps approached.
The grand oak front doors swung open, allowing a gust of freezing Alpine wind and snow to sweep into the room.
Clara stepped through the threshold wearing a black winter coat, flanked by Swiss federal police officers.
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"Did you really think a fake death certificate would buy you freedom, Beatrice?" Clara asked, her voice echoing coldly.
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