She remembered the suitcase in the snow.
She remembered being told she was no longer useful.
So she gave them exactly what they had once given her—fifteen minutes and one suitcase each.
No jewelry. No electronics. No valuables. Just essentials.
Patricia screamed. Richard broke. They packed under supervision while guards watched and auditors confiscated whatever they tried to hide. By the time they came downstairs, Harrison had already been driven away in handcuffs, Naomi had collapsed on the lawn after being cut off by her family, and the gala had dissolved into a crime scene.
Their cars were gone. Their accounts were frozen. Their reputation was ash.
So Richard and Patricia left the estate on foot, dragging cheap suitcases down the dark gravel drive while Olivia stood above them on the marble steps with a glass of champagne, watching the last of their power disappear into the cold.
Six months later, the old mansion was gone.
Olivia had it demolished completely.