Chapter 3 - The Abuser's Indiscretion
The heavy brass doors of the private elevator dinged with a loud, ringing sound.
Julian stormed straight into the penthouse study, his wet designer coat dripping water onto the pristine rug.
His face was flushed red with an explosive mix of unhinged authority and sudden desperation.
"Evelyn! Get your useless, pitiful self over here right this second!" Julian bellowed loudly.
He didn't even bother to acknowledge the formidable figure sitting calmly behind the mahogany desk.
"You had the audacity to steal my spare car keys and run off like a lunatics!" Julian spat viciously.
He reached out his right arm, intending to grab Evelyn’s wrist with brutal force.
Before his fingers could even come close to touching her, a shadow swept across the floor.
Harrison stood up to his full, towering height, completely cutting off Julian’s trajectory.
He slammed his heavy palm flat down against the mahogany surface of his desk.
The sudden, violent thunderclap of sound cracked through the quiet room like a high-caliber gunshot.
Julian violently recoiled, utterly startled by the old man's terrifyingly fast movement and presence.
"Keep your hands to yourself while you are in my home, boy," Harrison said, his voice terrifyingly quiet.
Julian sneered, aggressively shaking his head to force himself to recover his lost composure.
"Old man, you need to step back and mind your own business," Julian snapped back arrogantly.
"Evelyn is my legally wedded wife!"
"Her money belongs to me!"
"Her entire life belongs to me!"
"And that massive estate you were staying in is legally under my name as of midnight!"
Harrison let out a soft, low chuckle that held absolutely no warmth or humor whatsoever.
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"Is that truly what you believe, Julian?" Harrison asked smoothly.
He casually tossed a thick, black leather-bound folder right onto the table between them.
