Chapter 95 - A Personal Vendetta

The ominous command, "We have a warrant! Open the door now!" reverberated through the mansion, causing the occupants to freeze in their tracks. The chilling words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the imminent threat they were facing.

Lyra's panicked gaze darted around the room as if searching for an escape, while Marjorie clenched her hands into fists, her knuckles white with tension.

Thomas, the man who had been the catalyst for this entire mess, stood as still as a statue, his face drained of color.

Eliza, the fixer, was the first to regain her composure. She moved towards the window, parting the heavy drapes to peek outside. The scene was chaotic, with reporters swarming the property like bees around a hive.

"Reporters," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "There are reporters everywhere."

Silence enveloped the room once again, punctuated only by the incessant pounding on the door and the distant chatter of the reporters. They were cornered, trapped like animals in a c