Chapter 7 - The Witnessed Abuse
"You set me up!" Eleanor screamed hysterically, lunging forward like a cornered animal, completely forgetting about the wealthy guests watching her public meltdown. "You dressed like a common beggar just to trap me!"
"I didn't have to dress you up, Eleanor," Lucas answered smoothly, stepping back effortlessly. "Your own arrogance did that. You exposed your true character all by yourself."
Lucas slowly raised his left hand, pointing directly toward the corner of the limestone terrace.
Eleanor’s terrified eyes followed his finger. Mounted discreetly against the stone pillar was a high-definition corporate security camera, flashing with a tiny, blinking red recording light.
"Every single word of your public tirade just now," Lucas whispered, his voice dropping to a freezing, lethal frequency, "along with your repeated abuse of the staff over the last two years, has been live-streamed directly to the primary trusteeship board and the federal estate attorneys."
Right on cue, a fleet of three sleek, black luxury vehicles pulled up the grand estate driveway, bypassing the security gates without stopping.
Four senior corporate attorneys and two federal marshals stepped out of the cars, walking purposefully up the stone steps toward the terrace. They carried thick, official briefcases bearing the estate's crest.
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Eleanor physically collapsed against the balustrade, her pearls scattering across the limestone as her breath completely failed her.
👉 Lucas turned his back on the disgraced socialite, walking toward the arriving legal team to claim what was rightfully his.
