Chapter 17 - The Boardroom Confrontation
"I gave that order, Richard."
The entire lobby went dead silent. Camera shutters stopped clicking. Lawyers froze mid-sentence.
Clara Vance walked out of the elevator. She wasn't wearing the muddy pink coat or the worn leather boots. She wore a tailored black double-breasted suit, her hair styled in a sleek, elegant low bun. Her posture was completely upright, her eyes sharp, clear, and shining with absolute authority. Beside her stood two federal agents in dark suits and the chief of police.
Richard stared at her, his face turning pale before quickly twisting into a mask of forced concern. "Clara? What is the meaning of this spectacle? You are unwell. You should be resting at home with Lily. Security, please escort my wife back to the car before she embarrasses herself further."
The private security guards took a step toward Clara, but the federal agents immediately stepped in front of them, displaying official badges.
"Touch her, and you will be arrested for obstruction of federal justice," the lead agent warned coldly.
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Richard backed away a step, his confidence faltering for the first time. "What is this nonsense? I hold the majority voting rights of Vance Holdings! You have no authority here, Clara!"
👉 Clara walked slowly toward him, pulling the gold Founder's Seal and the original notarized documents from her inner jacket pocket.
