Chapter 8 - Security Escorts The Shamed Socialite Off The Property
Heavy footsteps echoed down the grand staircase as Victoria rolled her matching designer luggage toward the front foyer doors. Two armed private security guards stepped forward, blocking her path with cold, professional expressions.
“Move aside, you insolent fools! Do you know who I am?!” Victoria shrieked, raising her voice in absolute fury. “Mr. Vance instructed us to escort you off the estate grounds immediately, Mrs. Vance,” the lead guard stated impassively.
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Marcus stepped out from the study hallway, watching her descent with an expression of utter indifference. “Your car is waiting outside at the security gates, Victoria; don't bother coming back,” Marcus said flatly.
She glared at him with venomous hatred, storming past the guards into the cold evening rain.
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