Chapter 9 - The Federal Ambush
"Damian?" Julian stammered, frantically trying to plaster a fake, grieving expression onto his face. "I came as soon as I heard... I am so incredibly sorry for your loss, brother."
"She isn't dead, Julian," Damian replied smoothly, descending the marble stairs with slow, terrifying precision. "But your entire life is."
Julian physically staggered backward, his jaw literally unhinging as the absolute, apocalyptic reality of his failure set in.
Suddenly, the heavy doors to the formal drawing room violently swung open.
A dozen heavily armed federal agents, flanked by Marcus and the elite estate security team, marched directly into the hallway. Alina, the disgraced maid, was already sitting in the corner, heavily handcuffed and weeping hysterically.
"Julian Vance," the lead federal agent barked loudly, aiming his weapon directly at the arrogant CEO's chest. "You are under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder, attempted homicide, and massive corporate espionage."
"No!" Julian shrieked wildly, his toxic arrogance completely shattering into pure, pathetic panic. "It's a setup! The maid is lying! You can't prove anything!"
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"She already flipped on you, Julian," Damian whispered coldly, stopping directly in front of his terrified brother. "She gave them the offshore wire transfers. You left a multi-million-dollar paper trail directly to my wife's bedside."
👉 Damian watched with absolute satisfaction as the heavy steel handcuffs snapped around his brother's wrists.
