Chapter 6 - The Voice of Guilt
The ballroom speakers crackled as Clara's wrist device broadcasted a crystal-clear, unedited audio recording across the venue:
"If the old hag doesn't sign the transfer papers by midnight, double the pressure. Empty her annuity accounts first. She's seventy years old and has no family left to protect her. Nobody cares what happens to people like her."
The cold, cruel voice on the recording belonged undeniably to Vanessa Vale.
A loud wave of indignation erupted among the gala guests. Prominent city leaders, judges, and former donors turned their backs on Vanessa, whispering in complete disgust. The very social standing she had fought so ruthlessly to preserve was shattered beyond repair in a matter of seconds.
"That's illegal surveillance!" Vanessa shrieked, backing away toward the grand staircase as her voice escalated into pure hysteria. "You recorded me without my consent! That evidence won't hold up in court!"
"It was recorded under a federal wiretap order signed by a supreme court judge, Vanessa," Clara clarified, her voice dropping into a chilling, quiet whisper. "The recording was made when you thought nobody important was watching. You're under arrest."
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Two female federal agents stepped forward from the tactical unit, pulling out steel handcuffs that gleamed brightly under the crystal chandeliers.
👉 Read Part 7 to see Vanessa's final desperate attempt to escape.
