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Chapter 808:
“Who?” Alycia’s voice trembled. A dark, suffocating dread wrapped around her throat.
“Ms. June Erickson,” the assistant enunciated, every syllable deliberate and precise.
Alycia’s pupils shrank to pinpricks. An invisible hand reached into her chest and crushed her heart. The palace she had lived in for three years — the ultimate symbol of her victory — now legally belonged to her worst enemy.
The assistant continued, his voice devoid of mercy. “Furthermore, every piece of jewelry, art, and clothing you purchased using the Compton family accounts over the last seven years has been legally classified as fraudulent proceeds p>
Alycia shook her head, backing away.
“The legal department has filed a suit in federal court,” the assistant said loudly, ensuring the recording phones caught every word. “You are being charged with massive wire fraud utilizing a stolen identity. But that is the least of your worries. The NYPD has also issued a warrant for your arrest on charges of attempted murder for the poisoning incident at Presbyterian Hospital. You are facing a maximum of thirty years in federal prison p>
The words attempted murder hit Alycia like a bullet. Her legs gave out. She collapsed back onto the wet concrete. Cole knew. He knew about the Swiss clinic. Her ultimate shield was gone.
The assistant did not lower his voice. He stood tall, his words carrying clearly over the sounds of Manhattan traffic and the surrounding smartphones. “And one final message from Mr. Compton,” he stated coldly. “He advises you to cooperate fully with the authorities. The alternative, he assures me, is something you are not equipped to survive. There is no corner of this earth where his reach will not find you p>
ѕ𝗍о𝗿𝗶𝖾𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝗐о𝘯’𝘁 𝗉𝘂𝗍 𝗱𝗈w𝗻 oո
The pure, unfiltered promise of violence in those words made Alycia’s entire body shake. She finally understood the magnitude of the monster she had awakened.
The assistant straightened up and waved a hand at the guards. “Clean up this garbage. Do not let it pollute Ms. Erickson’s property p>
He turned and walked back into the lobby. The guards stepped forward, physically shooing Alycia away from the building’s perimeter as though she were a stray rat.
Alycia sat alone on the cold Manhattan street. Her clothes were soaked in dirty water. Her face was bleeding. The crowd of strangers continued to film her humiliation without mercy.
She slowly lifted her head and stared up at the towering penthouse. The fear had drained entirely from her eyes. In its place burned the dark, suicidal madness of a cornered animal ready to set the whole world on fire.
By late afternoon, the gray skies over Manhattan broke open, unleashing a torrential downpour. The rain fell in thick, heavy sheets, flooding the gutters and blurring the city lights into smears of amber and white.
A black Maybach sat parked across the street from June’s high-security luxury apartment building. The engine was off. The headlights were dark.