Chapter 2 - The Stolen Fortune
The entire rooftop fell into a heavy, suffocating silence.
Eleanor’s cruel confidence vanished in a split second, replaced by a mask of sheer panic.
She tried to force a laugh, claiming that the crazy girl was just making up desperate lies.
Amara casually reached into her designer clutch and pulled out a stack of folded legal documents.
She threw the papers onto the table, splashing them directly into the spilled champagne.
These are the authentic Swiss banking ledgers proving you funneled millions out of the family trust.
You legally stole the money that Arthur explicitly left for Julian and hid it overseas.
Julian wiped the pasta from his eyes, looking at his mother in absolute, staged horror.
Suddenly, Eleanor’s customized smartphone buzzed aggressively on the glass table.
She picked it up with trembling hands, staring at a high-priority financial notification.
Exactly four and a half million dollars had just been permanently frozen and transferred to federal authorities.
The elevator doors pinged open, and two stern agents in dark windbreakers stepped out onto the roof.
They walked straight past the confused waiters and flashed their golden federal badges.
Eleanor Vance, you are officially under arrest for massive corporate embezzlement and international wire fraud.
As the agent reached for his handcuffs, Julian stepped away from his mother in disgust.
He pointed a shaking finger at the woman who raised him, playing the role of the innocent victim perfectly.
I had absolutely no idea she was doing this to my inheritance, officer!
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Amara looked at her fiancé and pressed a button on a small black remote in her pocket.
That is a very interesting defense, Julian, considering I have your voice recorded saying otherwise.
