Chapter 2: The Screech of Retribution
The heavy rear doors of the police transport van were thrown open, the dark interior looking like an inescapable abyss to the weeping maid. Elena felt the rough grip of the officers guiding her forward, her knees scraping against the stone, her heart completely shattering as she listened to the terrified screams of her daughter calling out her name.
SCREECH!
The chaotic midnight arrest was suddenly pierced by the aggressive, deafening roar of a high-performance engine tearing around the mountain bend. A sleek, midnight-black luxury sedan bypassed the estate's heavy iron security gates, its tires smoking as it swerved violently into the grand circular driveway, blocking the police transport van’s path entirely.
The driver's side door flew open with an explosive force, and Alejandro Harrison stepped out into the bright LED floodlights.
He was thirty-four, possessed a powerful, athletic frame, and was dressed in a sharp, expensive corporate suit that was now slightly rumpled from hours of frantic driving. His face was a terrifying, asymmetric mask of white-hot, protective fury. He didn't look at his mother, nor did he look at the grand mansion. His eyes locked directly onto the kneeling, handcuffed form of Elena and her crying daughter.
"Stop! Unhand her right now!" Alejandro roared, his voice booming across the cobblestone driveway with the absolute authority of the head of the Harrison Global Conglomerate.
"Alejandro, thank goodness you're finally home," Doña Victoria said, her voice instantly shifting into a fragile, theatrical tone of matriarchal distress as she descended the porch steps. "You won't believe the betrayal we’ve suffered tonight. Elena broke into the master safe. She stole your father's watch. I had to call the authorities to protect our legacy."
Alejandro marched directly past his mother, his heavy leather shoes clicking against the stone with a terrifying pace. He dropped to his knees right in front of Elena, his large, powerful hands gently grabbing her bruised shoulders.
"Elena, look at me," Alejandro urged, his voice cracking with an intense emotional resonance. "Are you alright? Did they hurt you?"
"Young master Alejandro, I swear to God I didn't do it!" Elena sobbed, her tears soaking his expensive suit jacket. "You framed her! Your mother put the watch in my locker while I was prepping dinner! I swear I am innocent!"
"I know, Elena. I know," Alejandro whispered, his jaw clenching so hard a muscle in his cheek began to twitch violently. He stood up, turning around to face the officers, his eyes flashing with a lethal, absolute authority. "Sergeant, remove those handcuffs from my employee immediately. This arrest is over."
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"Alejandro! Have you lost your mind?!" Doña Victoria shrieked, her aristocratic composure completely cracking as she marched toward him, her silver robe rustling against the stones. "You are siding with a servant over your own mother? The evidence was in her locker! She is a criminal!"
"The only criminal on this property, Mother, is standing in a silver robe," Alejandro said, his voice dangerously quiet, carrying a freezing precision that caused the police officers to freeze in their tracks.
