Chapter 9 - The Trap Springs
“You can’t do this! I built the operational infrastructure of this mansion!” Harrison shouted, his voice rising in sheer panic as he reached for the door handle.
Two broad-shouldered estate security guards stepped out from the side hallway, blocking the exit with stern, unyielding expressions.
“Mr. Cole,” Attorney Marcus Vance stated coldly. “We have documented over $350,000 in grand larceny, wire fraud, identity theft, and extortion against domestic staff.”
Harrison spun around, looking at Daniel with desperate, pleading eyes. “Daniel, please! We’ve worked together for four years! I’ll pay it all back! Every single dollar! Just don't call the police!”
Daniel looked at Harrison with pure, unadulterated coldness.
“You didn't just steal money from me, Harrison,” Daniel said, pointing toward Rosa and little Camila. “You terrorized a mother and her child. You tried to make them homeless while you wore designer suits bought with their sweat.”
Outside the grand windows, red and blue lights began flashing against the marble driveway.
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Two LAPD police cruisers pulled up to the front entrance, their sirens echoing through the quiet Beverly Hills neighborhood.
👉 Harrison let out a sob of utter humiliation as four uniformed officers walked into the grand foyer with hand restraints ready.
