Part 3: The Eviction of the Parasites
The music inside the mansion didn't stop immediately, but the laughter faded as three corporate security vehicles pulled down the private driveway.
By midnight, the wealthy guests had entirely evacuated the estate, their expensive sports cars tearing away into the dark night.
Gertrude and Prudence sat on the edge of the velvet sofa in the grand salon, their designer dresses looking crumpled and pathetic.
Beside them stood Arthur Mercer, the lead forensic compliance officer for the regional banking authority, holding a thick digital ledger.
"The document trail is entirely authenticated, Mr. Vance," Arthur announced, sliding the asset termination papers across the glass table.
"Over the last forty-eight months, a total of $108,000 was systematically diverted from the trust account intended for your wife."
"The funds weren't used for property maintenance or local taxes; they were directly transferred into a personal shell company registered to Prudence."
Prudence looked up, her flawless makeup ruined by frantic tears of anger. "It was our family company! We were investing it!"
"You were investing it in luxury apparel, country club memberships, and catering fees while my son starved," I replied, my voice stone-cold.
"The power of attorney has been formally revoked by the state board under the emergency financial exploitation provisions."
"Liam, you can't do this to your own mother!" Gertrude wailed, her hands shaking as she looked at the security guards by the door.
"This house belongs to the Vance name! You can't throw us out into the street over a domestic disagreement!"
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"The Vance name belongs to the man who paid for every brick of this house, Gertrude," I stated, leaning over the table.
"And by sunrise tomorrow, your names are being completely purged from the deed, the keys, and the legacy of this family."
