Chapter 6 - The Whispers of Betrayal
While Ethan and Naomi found solace in the quiet kitchen, miles away in a brightly lit downtown law office, Vanessa Sterling was pacing back and forth across the Persian rug like a caged panther. Her father, a prominent federal judge with deep political connections, sat behind a massive mahogany desk, his face dark with suppressed fury.
"You let a maid humiliate you?" Judge Sterling demanded, slamming his fist onto the polished wood. "You let a servant throw you out of Whitmore House like a piece of garbage?!"
"It wasn't just a maid, Dad!" Vanessa shrieked, tears of pure rage streaming down her face. "She moved like a ghost! One second I was kicking out my heel, and the next my foot was trapped in a steel grip! Normal maids don't have reflexes like that! There is something deeply wrong with that woman!"
Judge Sterling leaned back, his eyes narrowing as wheels began to turn in his shrewd, analytical mind. A maid with elite combat reflexes? In a multi-billion-dollar estate like Whitmore House?
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He picked up his secure landline phone and dialed a private investigator he had kept on retainer for decades.
"Dig up everything you can on a domestic worker named Naomi Reyes currently employed at Whitmore House in Boston," the judge commanded coldly. "I want her employment history, her tax records, her background checks—everything. If she’s hiding something, I want to know by sunrise."
