Chapter 9 - The Wrath of Dominic Vale
The door frame practically vibrated as Dominic Vale crossed the threshold into the nursery.
He hadn't gone to the warehouse. The moment he received the live security alert ping on his phone while sitting in his limo, he had ordered his driver to pull a reckless U-turn and race back to the mansion at breakneck speed.
Dominic stood over six-foot-four, his dark eyes brimming with a terrifying, apocalyptic fury that made the very air in the room freeze.
Behind him, six armed estate guards blocked the entire hallway, their weapons drawn and aimed straight at Evelyn.
Evelyn backed up against the window, her face draining of all color until she looked like a walking corpse. “D-Dominic! It’s not what it looks like! She staged this! She set me up to steal my position—!”
Dominic didn't say a single word.
He walked slowly across the room, picked up the broken glass dropper from the floor, and handed it to the chief security officer beside him.
“Send this to our private forensic lab immediately,” Dominic commanded in a voice so cold it sounded like grinding ice. “And call Federal Prosecutor Vance. Tell him I am arresting his daughter for premeditated attempted murder and child abuse.”
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“No! Dominic, please!” Evelyn screamed, her voice breaking into pathetic hysteria as two heavy guards seized her arms, dragging her toward the door. “I did it for you! The boy was weak! He needed to be controlled!”
👉 Dominic turned his back on her without a second glance as her shrieks faded down the long marble corridor.
