The Scorned Heiress: No More Mercy novel Chapter 953

"What the hell is going on?!" Gregory shrieks in sheer terror. How did an entire tactical unit suddenly appear out of thin air? The backup team they had hidden in the shadows is already neutralized, and now he is being shoved against the wall in handcuffs.

Victor stares at the flashing police lights outside the windows, feeling the cold, hard steel of cuffs snapping shut around his own wrists. The reality of the situation hits him like a freight train. He walked right into a trap.

A sickening chill shoots up Victor's spine. He stares in utter disbelief at the highly trained officers swarming the room, then whips his head toward Tara. "You... you set this up?"

His voice cracks, harsh and grating, completely stripped of his usual composed elegance. The benevolent mask has shattered, leaving behind nothing but the frantic, ugly desperation of a cornered animal. He cannot fathom how his foolproof, meticulously crafted plan fell apart. The men he trusted to secure the perimeter were taken out without a single sound. He thought he was the mastermind pulling the strings, but in reality, he was just a clueless mark waltzing straight into an ambush.

"What did you expect?" Danny scoffs, eyeing the older man with utter disdain. "Did you really think we were stupid enough to hand-deliver ourselves to you without a backup plan?"

"When?" Victor roars, thrashing against the officers holding him. "When did you figure it out? How long have you known who I am?!"

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