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The heavy thud of the security guard tackling the husband against the concrete pillar of the open elevator shaft echoed off the marble walls of the grand ballroom. The red LED light on the flash drive blinked in the dim emergency lighting—a mocking, rhythmic pulse that seemed to mock every single person in the room. / Chapter 6 / 8

Chapter 6 - The Unseen Witness

The ballroom cleared out within twenty minutes, the wealthy guests fleeing like rats from a sinking ship, terrified of being associated with the disgraced Vance family. Only Elena, Marcus, and a handful of trusted security personnel remained under the glittering chandeliers.

Elena stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out over the glittering skyline of the city as heavy rain began to lash against the glass. Her hand rested gently on her stomach.

"Are you alright, ma'am?" Marcus asked gently, stepping up beside her with a fresh cup of warm tea.

"I've never been stronger, Marcus," Elena murmured, taking the cup and staring at her reflection in the dark glass. Then, her eyes shifted to the corner of the room, near the shadows of the bridal arch. "You can come out now, detective. The show is over."

From behind the massive floral arrangements, a tall man in a plain charcoal suit stepped into the light. He held a badge in his left hand and a thick manila folder in his right.

Detective Vance—no relation to the corporate family, despite the ironic coincidence—smiled faintly. "I must say, Mrs. Vance, watching you dismantle a criminal enterprise in real-time was better than anything I've seen in twenty years on the force."

"You had the wiretap authorization ready," Elena stated, not surprised in the least.

"We've been investigating Beatrice and Julian for money laundering and the suspicious circumstances surrounding your father's death for over a year," the detective admitted, laying the manila folder on a nearby cocktail table. "We just couldn't get close enough to their internal servers without triggering their defense protocols. Your husband's greed gave us the key we needed."

Elena opened the folder. Inside were bank statements, coroner's reports, and a final, devastating piece of evidence regarding her father's fatal car accident three years ago.

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