Chapter 4 - The Eviction of the False King
The highly incredibly heavy, completely absolute, and deeply entirely suffocating silence that violently, incredibly aggressively followed his terrifying, completely mind-shattering realization was suddenly, entirely violently broken by the incredibly massive, completely deafening sound of multiple highly heavy, completely reinforced vehicles aggressively screeching to a violent halt completely on the expensive gravel driveway outside.
Incredibly bright, highly blinding, and entirely overwhelming white tactical headlights actively, completely violently pierced entirely directly through the incredibly large, highly expensive custom bay windows of the grand living room, actively casting incredibly long, deeply terrifying, and highly dark shadows completely entirely across the white marble floor.
Vanessa let out a highly incredibly high-pitched, completely entirely terrifying, and deeply pathetic shriek of absolute, unadulterated raw panic, desperately entirely clutching the thin, incredibly highly expensive silk fabric of her designer black slip dress tightly against her trembling body.
"Adrian! What in the absolute hell is actively going on?!" she completely violently screamed, desperately completely entirely scrambling aggressively entirely backward in the heavy armchair like a highly terrified, completely trapped, and deeply pathetic little rat.
Before Adrian could even completely entirely attempt to actively formulate a highly desperate, completely entirely pathetic response, the incredibly massive, heavily completely entirely reinforced solid oak double doors of the grand front entrance were violently, completely aggressively kicked entirely completely completely off their heavy metal hinges.
A highly massive, incredibly imposing, and completely entirely elite squad of exactly ten highly trained, heavily completely armed private security operatives completely entirely marched aggressively directly into the grand hallway. They were completely entirely highly flawlessly dressed entirely in absolute black tactical gear, proudly bearing the highly recognizable, incredibly terrifying, and deeply powerful silver crest of the Sterling Global Corporate Empire explicitly on their broad chests.
Walking completely entirely quietly, highly calmly, and incredibly deeply powerfully directly behind the wall of highly armed tactical men was Arthur Vance, my incredibly billionaire father’s absolute completely top, highly ruthless, and entirely deeply feared senior corporate legal fixer.
Arthur completely entirely calmly adjusted his highly expensive, completely entirely thin silver-rimmed glasses, his completely cold, highly incredibly analytical, and deeply completely entirely merciless gray eyes actively sweeping incredibly critically over the highly horrific, entirely terrifying scene. He immediately, entirely completely noted the massive, deeply disturbing dark purple bruises actively covering my completely pale face and the incredibly horrific, entirely bloody lash marks violently tearing across my back.
His previously incredibly calm, highly professional facial expression instantly, completely entirely hardened completely into an incredibly terrifying, highly deeply lethal mask of absolute, completely unadulterated murderous fury.
"Mr. Vale," Arthur entirely explicitly, incredibly coldly, and highly deeply powerfully stated, his incredibly highly deep voice completely entirely echoing violently off the high, completely decorated ceilings. "You have completely, entirely precisely exactly two highly short, incredibly brief, and completely entirely absolute minutes to physically completely entirely vacate this highly expensive property before my trained men violently entirely completely throw your highly pathetic body completely physically out into the freezing street."
Adrian entirely completely scrambled desperately, highly pathetically completely onto his trembling feet, entirely desperately highly raising his shaking, incredibly weak hands entirely in completely pathetic, highly useless defense. "You absolutely cannot completely entirely legally do this!" he violently screamed, his highly arrogant voice entirely cracking completely under the immense pressure. "This is absolutely, completely entirely my legal house! I exclusively entirely bought this massive estate!"
Arthur incredibly entirely laughed a highly soft, completely incredibly cruel, and deeply completely entirely mocking laugh that chilled the entire room. "You incredibly highly completely pathetic, entirely utterly ignorant, completely highly entirely stupid little man," Arthur completely entirely sneered. "You absolutely, completely entirely never actively bought a single, highly solitary incredibly tiny brick of this massive estate. The massive, highly complex mortgage was completely entirely quietly, highly entirely fully funded by a completely anonymous, highly deeply hidden subsidiary corporate trust completely entirely legally owned entirely, completely, exclusively by Ms. Clara Sterling."
Arthur highly violently, completely aggressively tossed a massive, incredibly thick stack of highly official, completely entirely heavily notarized eviction and absolute corporate asset seizure documents entirely completely directly onto the coffee table.
"You completely entirely officially own absolutely completely entirely nothing," Arthur incredibly entirely stated, signaling highly aggressively directly to his massive armed men. "Remove this highly completely disgusting, entirely completely pathetic garbage from Ms. Sterling's completely private property immediately."
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Two incredibly massive, highly entirely completely powerful security operatives aggressively, violently lunged entirely completely forward, deeply forcefully grabbing Adrian completely by his incredibly expensive, highly tailored suit jacket. They violently, entirely completely forcefully hauled him completely entirely bodily into the air, absolutely completely ignoring his highly desperate, incredibly pathetic, and completely entirely useless screams of complete terror.
Another deeply intimidating, highly armed guard completely actively completely entirely grabbed the incredibly terrified, completely crying, and highly shaking Vanessa completely tightly by the arm. They actively violently dragged both of the entirely completely completely disgraced, highly toxic lovers completely physically out the broken front door, actively completely violently throwing them both entirely directly onto the incredibly cold, completely entirely highly freezing asphalt of the street exactly precisely as the five-minute countdown completely entirely expired.
