Chapter 392
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Chapter 392:
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“What did you do?!” Edward roared, his voice echoing through the massive house.
Victoria only cried harder, shaking her head.
Edward lunged forward and ripped the purse from her hands, turning it upside down. Makeup, credit cards, and keys spilled across the carpet.
And then the heavy diamond necklace hit the floor. The massive centerpiece stones rolled across the rug, mocking them both with their flawless, indifferent sparkle.
Edward stared at the stolen property. His knees went weak. He understood instantly that his daughter had not simply committed a crime — she had picked a fight with Gaston Collins.
The Stein family was finished.
He turned toward the door, desperate to call Jocelyn and beg for mercy.
𝘋o𝗻’𝘁 𝘮i𝗌s 𝗇𝖾𝘄 𝗿еl𝖾a𝘴𝖾𝘀 о𝘯 ѕ.𝗰о𝗺
But before he could take a single step, the wail of heavy sirens pierced the quiet Upper East Side street. Red and blue police lights began flashing violently through the bedroom window, painting the walls in the colors of absolute ruin.
Back in the hotel office.
Gaston stood by the window, his arm wrapped tightly around Jocelyn’s waist.
The lead detective closed his notepad and looked at Gaston with deep respect.
“Mr. Collins,” the detective said. “The felony arrest warrant has been signed by the judge. Our tactical units have just surrounded the Stein residence p>
Gaston nodded slowly. His eyes were cold and merciless.
“Tell the District Attorney,” Gaston said softly, “I want her facing the absolute maximum sentence p>
Jocelyn rested her head against his shoulder. She felt a profound, unshakable sense of safety. This man would burn the world to the ground to protect what belonged to her.
Five NYPD patrol cruisers blocked the intersection outside the Stein family townhouse. The flashing red and blue lights reflected off the century-old wrought-iron gates. Neighbors from the surrounding mansions stepped out onto their balconies to watch the spectacle unfold.
Four plainclothes detectives from the Major Case Squad, backed by uniformed officers, marched up the pristine concrete driveway and pounded heavily on the mahogany front door.
The elderly butler opened it, his hands shaking violently.
The lead detective pushed past him, holding up a document. “Felony arrest warrant and search warrant. Step aside p>
Edward Stein rushed down the grand staircase, throwing his hands up and projecting his usual aura of untouchable wealth.
“Officers, please,” Edward said, forcing a calm, diplomatic smile. “This is a massive misunderstanding — a simple family dispute. Let me call my attorney and we can clear this up quietly p>
The detective let out a harsh, barking laugh.
“The stolen property is valued at thirty million dollars, Mr. Stein,” the detective said, completely unimpressed by the chandelier above his head. “There is no ‘quietly’ for a Class B felony. Get out of my way p>
The officers shoved past Edward and charged up the stairs.
They kicked open the door to Victoria’s bedroom.
Victoria was backed into the far corner of the room, knees pulled to her chest, sobbing uncontrollably.