Chapter 12 - THE MICROPHONE OF TRUTH
Victoria stopped dead in her tracks.
“Michael, darling,” Victoria stammered, forcing a sickly sweet smile.
“These ungrateful girls are lying to you—”
“Shut up, Victoria,” Michael said into the microphone.
His voice boomed through the ballroom speakers, echoing off the crystal chandeliers.
“I heard everything in that bridal suite before your thugs knocked me out.”
“I heard you confess to stealing Arthur Pendelton’s trust fund.”
“I heard you admit to hiding his daughter for thirty years.”
“And worst of all...” Michael’s voice cracked with deep disgust.
“I heard you order my own murder just to cover your tracks.”
The ballroom erupted into absolute uproar.
Whispers turned into furious shouts.
Several prominent businessmen who had invested in Victoria’s corporate ventures immediately backed away from her in horror.
“He’s lying!” Victoria shrieked, her voice reaching a frantic, hysterical pitch.
“Destroy him! Kill them all!”
She commanded her enforcers.
The two masked men drew their stun batons and charged straight toward the stage.
Before they could reach the steps, the heavy oak doors at the back of the ballroom slammed open.
Red and blue lights painted the ceiling in flashing, violent strokes.
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Uniformed police officers flooded the room with weapons drawn.
“FBI! NYPD! Nobody move!” a booming voice commanded.
