Chapter 7 - The Public Eviction
"You ungrateful, pathetic boy!" Eleanor shrieked wildly, completely abandoning her elegant, untouchable high-society persona.
She lunged across the VIP table, her hands raised in pure, toxic rage, desperately trying to strike her son across the face. But she didn't even make it halfway.
Two massive, heavily muscular security men grabbed her violently by the arms. They didn't treat her like the queen of the empire; they treated her like a hostile, dangerous threat.
"Get your filthy hands off me!" Eleanor wailed hysterically, her expensive designer gown twisting awkwardly as they hauled her backward. "I will destroy you, Lucas! You will lose everything!"
The hundreds of wealthy gala guests, corporate investors, and elite socialites watched in absolute, stunned silence. The untouchable matriarch was being forcefully dragged across the polished marble floor, screaming and crying in total, undeniable disgrace.
The heavy mahogany ballroom doors were opened, and Eleanor was shoved out into the hallway, her toxic reign permanently incinerated in front of the entire city.
The doors slammed shut, instantly bringing a profound, heavy peace back to the grand room.
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Lucas didn't watch her leave. He didn't care where she went. He immediately turned his back on the VIP table and walked straight back to the woman in the pale silk gown.
👉 Lucas looked down at the nine-year-old girl in the white dress, preparing to finally claim his stolen life.
