Chapter 4 - The Countermeasure
The cool night air hit my face as we rushed out to the waiting armored SUV.
My bodyguard drove recklessly fast down the winding roads of Beverly Hills.
I looked at my son, realizing he had been preparing for this night for months.
Luke handed me a black velvet box containing a stunning emerald necklace.
He told me it was time to reclaim my rightful place and destroy the parasites.
We arrived at the luxury hotel just as police cars began to block the main entrance.
Christopher's security team was aggressively pushing reporters away from the glass doors.
My bodyguard cleared a path for us, shoving the corrupt guards aside with sheer brute force.
I walked into the glittering ballroom, wearing a sharp black designer suit instead of a stolen gown.
The room fell completely silent the moment the crowd noticed my arrival.
Christopher was standing on the stage, sweating profusely while talking to a police captain.
Brenda was crying in the corner, trying to hide her face from the flashing cameras.
I marched directly up the center aisle, my heels clicking loudly against the marble floor.
Christopher saw me and his eyes widened in absolute, unmistakable terror.
He quickly told the police that I was mentally unstable and needed to be escorted out.
I grabbed the spare microphone from the podium and looked directly at the crowd.
I announced that the man standing beside me was a fraud who had just stolen sixty eight million dollars.
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Christopher laughed nervously and pulled a legal document from his tuxedo pocket.
He declared that I had signed away all my voting shares to him yesterday morning.
