The crisp evening wind blew through the sprawling courtyard of the East Lake Villa, as the heavy security guards grabbed Preston Croft by his tailored collar, dragging the weeping executive across the pristine stone pathways.
Preston sobbed hysterically, leaving a trail of blood from his scraped knees on the ground, since his fragile corporate ego had shattered into dust the second he realized he had smashed a thirty-million-dollar dynasty masterpiece owned by his supreme boss.
Isabella Vance shrieked in pure horror, her flashy red dress catching on the decorative bushes as the guards physically threw her out the front gates right alongside her ruined boyfriend, leaving the greedy couple to rot in the gutter where they belonged.
