Chapter 8: The Empire Crumbles

The silence in the security room was deafening. Eleanor, the haughty woman in the plum dress, let out a strangled gasp and collapsed into a chair, clutching her pearls as she realized her son was a felon.
Richard lunged for the door, but he was too late. Red and blue lights were already flashing through the frosted glass windows of the gallery. The police, whom Evelyn had called the moment she hit the floor, stormed into the office.
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"Richard Sterling," an officer barked, taking in the bloody scene and the paused security footage. "Hands behind your back."
As the metal cuffs clicked around the billionaire's wrists, Evelyn stepped close to him. "I told you not to touch him," she whispered.