Chapter 7 - The Locked Gates
Before Ethan could formulate a plan, the sound of heavy dress shoes clicked sharply against the marble terrace steps leading from the estate.
Two towering men in black suits and dark sunglasses—Evelyn’s private security detail—marched down the manicured lawn toward the outdoor fountain.
"Mr. Caldwell, it's time for your medication," the head guard said coldly, his hands crossed formally over his jacket. "Mrs. Caldwell ordered us to bring you inside before the board members arrive."
Rebecca instantly pulled Sammy behind her yellow apron, her face pale as snow.
Ethan folded Julian's note inside his suit jacket, slipping the silver keycard into his trousers pocket. He sat back in his wheelchair, forcing his face into a mask of helpless, vacant defeat.
"I need a few more minutes of fresh air, David," Ethan said, making his voice sound weak and slurred.
"Orders are orders, sir," David replied insensitively, stepping forward to grab the rubber handles of Ethan’s wheelchair. "You know how delicate your condition is."
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As David reached for the handles, Ethan’s right hand shot out like a striking viper.
👉 What shocking physical act did the "paralyzed" billionaire perform on the guard?
