Chapter 8 - The Cornered Socialite
"Don't touch me," Wesley commanded flawlessly, entirely devoid of mercy.
He completely swatted Sloane’s manicured hand away from his suit. The cinematic realism of his total restraint was infinitely more terrifying than a violent outburst.
"You stole six years of my daughter's life," Wesley stated coldly, his eyes burning with a demonic, calculating wrath. "You forged federal legal documents. You committed massive corporate fraud. And then you tried to throw my sick child out of a seat I paid for."
"I didn't know it was her!" Sloane shrieked like a feral coward, completely dropping her sophisticated facade in front of the entire cabin. "Wesley, you can't do this! The wedding is next week! My parents invited the governor!"
"There is no wedding," Wesley replied lethally.
He didn't argue with her. He didn't scream. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his sleek smartphone, dialing a highly classified number.
"Captain," Wesley ordered smoothly, speaking directly to the pilot of the aircraft. "This is Wesley Vance. I am the majority shareholder of this airline. Turn this plane back to the gate immediately. We have a hostile, fraudulent passenger who needs to be removed by federal authorities."
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Sloane let out a horrific, breathless gasp of pure despair. She realized her entire, highly calculated, multi-million dollar life had just been completely annihilated.
👉 What beautiful, empowering moment awaits the betrayed mother?
