Chapter 11 - The Public Disgrace
"You think you've won, old man?!" Valeria screamed hysterically as the officers escorted her toward the front doors. "You're nothing! You're just a washed-up doctor! I'll be out on bail by tonight, and I'll take every dime you have left!"
"Your bail has already been denied by the magistrate due to flight risk," Detective Miller informed her briskly as they pushed open the front doors.
Outside on the grand driveway, news crews and cameras had already gathered, tipped off by the federal raid on her father's firm.
Flashbulbs popped instantly. Valeria ducked her head in utter shame, her feathered dress disheveled, her manicured hands bound behind her back as video cameras captured her public fall from grace for national television.
Inside the mansion, Julian fell to his knees on the cold marble floor.
"Dad... please," Julian wept, grabbing the hem of Arthur's trousers like a beggar. "I'm your son! I made a terrible mistake! Please forgive me!"
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Arthur looked down at his kneeling son with a calm, unwavering gaze. He reached into his navy suit jacket and pulled out a folded white envelope, dropping it onto the floor beside Julian.
👉 What brutal reality was hidden inside that white envelope?
