Chapter 8 - Grant’s BetrayalGrant Mercer stared up at the giant overhead screen, watching the encrypted video playback of Evelyn transferring funds directly into his private corporate subsidiary.
The illusion shattered in a single second.
Grant’s face twisted into an ugly, panicked snarl. He spun around, grabbing Evelyn’s arm and violently pushing her away from him as if she were a toxic waste hazard.
“What is this?!” Grant yelled, his voice echoing across the silent, stunned ballroom. “You told me she was a broke former consultant! You told me these shell accounts were entirely clean!”
Evelyn stumbled back, her designer gown tangling around her heels. “Grant—no! Listen to me! She set me up! We planned this together—!”
“Don't lie to save your skin, you manipulative psychopath!” Grant roared, turning frantically toward Detective Hayes. “Arrest her! I had nothing to do with her embezzlement scheme! She used my office network without my knowledge!”
Hayes raised an eyebrow, signaling two officers forward. “Mr. Mercer, your signature is on every single secondary routing transfer approval. You’re coming too.”
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Handcuffs clicked sharply onto Grant’s wrists first, followed immediately by heavy steel cuffs snapping around Evelyn’s trembling wrists.
The crowd watched in stunned, horrified silence as Boston’s most elite power couple was led out of the grand ballroom in handcuffs, their empire collapsing in real-time under the blinding flash of reporter cameras.
