Chapter 6 - Clearing the HouseThe shock in Gertrude’s eyes quickly curdled into defensive fury. She puffed up her chest, attempting to reclaim her domestic authority. "This is my home too, Ethan! I raised you! You wouldn't have a dime without—"
"I built every square inch of this property with bone and sweat while you starved my wife and son in a doghouse!" I roared, the force of my voice echoing through the open door into the main dining hall, instantly killing the party’s music.
Silence fell over the mansion. Dozens of wealthy guests began peering through the archway, whispering behind jeweled hands as they witnessed the patriarch of the estate standing in torn jeans and work boots, towering over a cowering Gertrude and Prudence.
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"Out," I repeated, pointing a rigid finger toward the front entrance. "If you don't walk out of these gates in the next two minutes, I won't just throw you out—I’ll have every asset frozen, every bank account audited, and every piece of jewelry on your bodies seized by federal authorities before midnight."
Prudence grabbed Gertrude’s arm, panic overriding their arrogance. They turned and fled through the dining room, trailed by the horrified, whispering stares of their social peers, abandoning their golden paradise for the harsh light of reality.
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