Chapter 11 - Legal Traps Set In Motion
While Ethan and Naomi stood in the conservatory, a federal marshal’s car pulled up quietly to Vanessa’s harbor penthouse.
Two investigators stepped out carrying manila folders stamped with federal grand jury seals and financial subpoena notices.
Julian Vance, the tabloid editor who had promised Vanessa a smear campaign, sat nervously across from them in the luxury living room.
“You published classified corporate audit records regarding Whitmore Development without authorization,” the lead investigator stated flatly.
“I received those documents from a verified high-society source in good faith,” Julian stammered, sweating through his silk tie.
“You received stolen property from a criminal conspiracy orchestrated to manipulate stock prices,” the second investigator corrected.
They placed a pair of heavy steel handcuffs onto the glass coffee table right in front of the horrified editor.
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Vanessa watched from the doorway, her manicured fingers digging into her palms until her skin turned ghostly white.
The legal net wasn't closing around Naomi Reyes; it was tightening around the corrupt elite who thought they owned Boston.
