Chapter 3 - The Secret Recording
The federal agents stopped in their tracks, turning their intense focus entirely onto Julian.
Julian laughed nervously, adjusting his ruined tuxedo jacket while sweating profusely.
He told the agents that his crazy ex-fiancée was clearly trying to frame him out of pure spite.
Amara simply held up her smartphone and maximized the volume to the highest setting.
She pressed play on an audio file she had secretly captured in his private study two weeks ago.
Julian's distinct, arrogant voice echoed loudly across the quiet rooftop patio.
The recording clearly featured Julian telling his mother exactly how to launder the stolen trust money through shell companies.
It proved he was not a victim, but the primary mastermind behind the entire financial conspiracy.
Julian lunged across the table to grab the phone, but the second federal agent tackled him brutally to the floor.
The agent pressed a knee into Julian's back and snapped heavy steel handcuffs around his wrists.
You have the right to remain silent, Julian, and I highly suggest you start using it.
Eleanor watched her golden child get dragged across the floor like a common criminal.
Her carefully constructed world of wealth and privilege was burning to the ground in a matter of minutes.
In a sudden burst of frantic adrenaline, Eleanor shoved a waiter out of her path.
She sprinted recklessly toward the edge of the building, her high heels clicking wildly against the tile.
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Eleanor backed her body hard against the fragile glass railing overlooking the forty-story drop.
If you take another step toward me, I will throw myself over this edge right now!
