Chapter 7 - The Unseen Shield
Before Dominic could even take two steps toward his wife, an impenetrable wall of muscle violently blocked his path.
Two massive, heavily armed federal agents in sharp tactical suits stepped directly in front of Nora. They hadn't been standing by the doors; they had been seamlessly blended into the catering staff the entire night, waiting for Nora’s signal.
"Step back, Mr. Vance," the lead agent warned lethally, resting his hand firmly on his holster.
Dominic crashed to a halt, his black tuxedo shoes sliding on the polished marble. He looked at the federal badges, his face violently draining of all color. He looked like he had just seen the grim reaper.
"You brought the FBI to my gala?!" Dominic shrieked hysterically, completely losing his high-society composure.
"I didn't bring them to your gala," Nora corrected smoothly, safely protected behind the towering agents. "I forwarded this entire decrypted financial dossier to the financial crimes division three days ago. They were just waiting for you to make a scene."
Isabeau realized she was completely, inescapably trapped in a massive federal sting operation. The arrogant, wealthy mistress completely evaporated into a desperate coward.
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She frantically tried to pull the vintage emerald ring off her finger, intending to drop it and run for the service elevator.
👉 What brutal reality check is waiting for the wicked mistress?
