Chapter 8 - The Federal Raid
Heavy, wailing sirens aggressively shattered the elegant, peaceful atmosphere outside the grand ballroom.
Through the massive glass windows, intense red and blue emergency lights violently illuminated the dark driveway. The federal authorities hadn't just been notified; they had been explicitly dispatched by Damian twenty minutes before he ever walked into the building.
"No! No, please!" Celeste wailed hysterically, completely losing her mind.
She fell to her knees on the marble floor right next to the shattered champagne glasses she had forced Laurel to kneel in. "Damian, please! I'll give you half the money! Just don't give them the drive! I can't go to prison!"
"I don't need your dirty money," Damian whispered coldly, entirely devoid of human mercy.
The heavy mahogany doors of the grand ballroom violently burst open. A dozen heavily armed federal agents marched directly into the room. They completely bypassed the shocked, wealthy guests and walked straight up to the weeping socialite.
"Celeste Vance," the lead federal agent barked loudly.
Damian calmly tossed the silver flash drive directly to the federal agent. The agent caught it effortlessly, immediately turning his fierce glare back to the broken woman on the floor.
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"You are under arrest for massive wire fraud, federal embezzlement, and criminal extortion," the agent announced, aggressively grabbing Celeste by the arms and forcefully hauling her to her feet.
👉 Celeste screamed in total, undeniable disgrace as the heavy steel handcuffs snapped loudly around her wrists.
