Chapter 9 - JUSTICE IN THE DARK
Nathaniel tackled the estate manager to the floor. The man's gun went off, the gunshot deafening in the enclosed space, shattering a priceless Ming vase on the mantelpiece, but missing Nathaniel entirely.
Victoria lunged at Grace, her perfectly manicured hands curling into claws, aiming for Grace’s throat. But Grace was no longer the exhausted woman on her knees. Fueled by pure adrenaline, Grace sidestepped Victoria's attack, grabbed the heiress by the lapels of her designer trench coat, and used Victoria's own momentum to throw her to the ground.
Victoria hit the hardwood floor hard, crying out in shock. Before she could recover, Grace snatched a heavy brass fire poker from the stand and pointed the sharp end directly at Victoria’s chest.
"Move, and I'll see how much this ruins your silk," Grace panted, her eyes blazing.
Across the room, Nathaniel landed a brutal right hook across the estate manager’s jaw, knocking the man out cold. He kicked the man's gun away and stood up, breathing heavily.
Red and blue lights suddenly bathed the library windows. Sirens wailed down the long driveway. Nathaniel had triggered the silent panic alarm under his desk the moment the power went out.
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The police burst through the doors moments later. They found the billionaire standing over a neutralized gunman, and the former housekeeper holding the treacherous fiancée at bay.
The nightmare was finally over.
