Before Julian could answer, the side gate opened, and Tessa came running out, crying hysterically as security guards escorted her off the grounds with two small suitcases.
“Julian! They’ve locked the doors!” Tessa wailed. “They won’t let me back inside to get my jewelry!”
“Your personal belongings have already been packed and placed in those moving vans, Mr. Vance,” Evelyn stated coldly. “You have fifteen minutes to clear your personal vehicles off the premises before they are impounded.”
Victoria looked at Julian with utter disgust. “You’re a penniless fraud.”
She didn’t waste another second. She flagged down a passing taxi, threw her bags into the trunk, and sped away without looking back once.
Julian fell to his knees in front of the locked iron gates, staring at the legal papers lying on the pavement before him. He pulled out his phone and frantically dialed my number over and over again.
