Chapter 5 - The Eviction Order
The next morning, the sun rose over Oakridge Manor, illuminating the pristine green lawns and the towering iron gates. Inside the mansion, Eleanor was sitting at the formal dining table, sipping tea in a silk robe while reviewing caterer receipts.
"She’ll be here by noon," Eleanor remarked smugly to Julian, who was pacing back and forth across the hardwood floor. "Girls like Evelyn don't walk away from a family with our stature. She’s probably crying in her bedroom right now."
Suddenly, the roar of heavy diesel engines echoed down the long stone driveway. Eleanor frowned, standing up and walking toward the grand floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the front gates.
Three large black SUVs accompanied by a flatbed tow truck and two marked Sheriff’s Department vehicles pulled up directly outside the wrought-iron gates.
"What is this?" Eleanor gasped, her face twisting in anger. "Who told work crews to come onto my property?"
Out of the lead SUV stepped a tall, distinguished man in a sharp grey suit—Attorney Marcus Vance (no relation to Eleanor, but the head of legal operations for Aura Holdings). Beside him was a team of locksmiths equipped with heavy industrial angle grinders.
Eleanor rushed down the front steps, her silk robe fluttering, with Julian trailing frantically behind her.
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"Stop right there!" Eleanor screamed through the iron bars. "This is private property! I will have you all arrested for trespassing!"
👉 Read PART 6 to see what happened when the industrial grinders cut through Eleanor's padlock!
