Chapter 9 - CHECKMATE IN HIGH SOCIETY
The boardroom of Caldwell Industries was a sea of bespoke suits and tense whispers. Vanessa stood at the head of the long mahogany table, wiping a perfectly timed tear from her eye. "In Ethan's tragic absence, I am prepared to step in as acting CEO to stabilize our stock—"
The double doors violently swung open, slamming against the glass walls.
Ethan strode in, looking like an avenging angel, his suit immaculate and his jaw set in stone. Behind him walked Clara, wearing a stunning red dress, holding Noah's hand. Flanking them were three federal agents.
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"Ethan!" Vanessa gasped, her face turning chalk white. She took a step back, her heel catching on the carpet. "You're... you're safe!"
"Save the performance, Vanessa," Ethan's voice boomed through the microphone system. He tossed a thick manila folder onto the table. "Wire transfers. Burner phone records. And a signed confession from the man you hired to murder my wife two years ago, and again three nights ago."
