Chapter 4 - The Offshore Account
"You didn't earn anything, Ryan," my father said, his voice flat and devoid of any emotion except absolute contempt. "You bled my daughter's trust fund dry while physically abusing her behind closed doors."
"You can't prove anything!" Ryan shouted, stepping toward my father. "The Belize accounts are locked under private proxy laws! The police can't touch them! I'll take half of everything in the divorce settlement, and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it!"
My father tapped the screen on his watch.
The heavy front door opened once more, and two men in sharp suits carrying silver briefcases walked into the foyer, accompanied by a woman in a formal judicial robe's assistant attire.
"Allow me to introduce Assistant United States Attorney Sarah Jenkins," my father said smoothly. "And Special Agent Miller from the FBI's Financial Crimes Division."
Ryan took two steps back, his knees hitting the edge of the glass coffee table, nearly sending it crashing down. "FBI...?"
"Mr. Vance," Special Agent Miller said, pulling a official federal warrant from his coat. "Two hours ago, the Central Bank of Belize honored an international freeze order issued by the United States District Court. Your proxy accounts have been seized, along with the thirty-two million dollars contained within them."
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Ryan's mouth opened, but no sound came out. His hands began to shake uncontrollably.
"Furthermore," Agent Miller continued, "we have retrieved two years of encrypted text messages between you and your associate, Mr. Julian Drake, detailing your plan to systematically drain the Whitmore estate and flee the country once the transfers were complete."
