Chapter 8 - The Flashing Lights
"No! No, turn it off!" Ray shrieked wildly, aggressively snatching the smartphone from Dylan's hand and violently smashing it onto the hardwood floor.
But it was way too late. The damage was completely, irreversibly done.
Suddenly, the peaceful silence of the snowy Christmas Eve was shattered by the deafening sound of heavy sirens. Through the glass panels of the front door, intense red and blue emergency lights violently illuminated the dark Charlotte streets, reflecting off the red-and-gold ornaments on the Christmas tree inside.
Ray’s eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated terror. He looked down at the cream-colored envelope still clutched in his trembling hand.
"That envelope wasn't just a notification of my trust ownership, Dad," Carter whispered coldly. "If you had bothered to turn to the second page, you would have seen the federal indictment."
Shelby stood proudly beside him. "I filed the final audit report with the authorities this morning. The asset freeze has already been approved by a federal judge. You don't have a single dime to your name."
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"Carter, please!" Ray wailed pathetically, dropping to his knees on the hallway floor, completely humiliating himself in front of his horrified wife and relatives. "I'm your father! You can't do this to your own family!"
👉 The heavy front door violently swung open, bringing the ultimate consequence directly into the dining room.
