Chapter 8 - The Damning Evidence
Lucy, still kneeling on the floor, slowly stood up. She wiped her face, staring at the arrogant socialite with absolute disgust.
"She's lying," Lucy stated firmly, her voice echoing off the crystal chandeliers.
Chloe whipped her head around, her eyes flashing with toxic rage. "Shut your mouth, you pathetic little waitress! Nobody asked you!"
Lucy reached into the deep pocket of her black uniform apron. She pulled out a heavy, designer leather clutch.
It was Eleanor’s purse.
"I found this shoved at the very bottom of the trash can in the ladies' restroom," Lucy explained, handing the purse directly to Julian. "She didn't wander off. This woman intentionally stripped her of her ID, her money, and her phone, and threw them in the garbage so she couldn't call for help."
Julian unzipped the purse. Everything was there, exactly as Lucy had said.
But there was something else inside.
Julian pulled out a folded legal document. He scanned the thick black text. The cinematic tension peaked as he realized exactly what it was. It was a forged, unauthorized Power of Attorney form transferring control of the family trust entirely to Chloe. She had brought Eleanor here to isolate her, humiliate her, and force her to sign it under extreme duress.
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Julian’s dark eyes turned entirely pitch black. He looked at his fiancée, completely devoid of any human mercy.
👉 The undeniable proof was laid bare under the warm lights, and Julian was finally ready to unleash absolute hell.
