Chapter 5 - The Fall of Vance Pharmaceuticals
Camille felt as though the air had been violently sucked from her lungs. She gripped the edge of the dining table to keep her knees from buckling onto the marble floor.
“Arrested? On what grounds?!” Camille cried out, looking wildly between the federal agents and Gabriel.
“Grand corporate espionage, fraud, tax evasion, and conspiracy to commit murder,” the federal agent replied, pulling a pair of steel handcuffs from his tactical belt.
Camille looked at Gabriel, her eyes wide with desperate disbelief. “Conspiracy to commit murder? Gabriel! Tell them this is a mistake! Who could he possibly have tried to murder?!”
Gabriel didn't answer her. Instead, he turned his head toward the side doors of the dining room.
The doors opened gently.
Elena walked back into the room, her left arm wrapped tightly in fresh medical gauze and bandage dressings. She had changed out of her maid apron into a crisp black blazer, walking with steady, unshakeable poise.
In her right hand, Elena held a thick, worn leather journal bound with brass clasps.
Camille stared at the young woman in utter shock. “You... what are you doing with my father’s personal notebook?”
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Elena looked Camille straight in the eyes, her voice ringing with absolute clarity.
👉 “This is my father’s research logbook, Camille... the one your family stole the night you had him killed.”
