Animal Whisperer: Take Back My Life and Love Chapter 267: The Last Supper

From his seat, Callum watched the Summers family’s team of experts assemble. "The Summers family really is the gold standard for veterinary medicine in Dracovia," he noted. "Their reputation is well-earned."

The Summers group didn't bother hiding their smugness once the translation hit.

Despite the family closing in on her, Nancy didn't flinch. She had stared down packs of wolves and hyenas in the wild; a few people posturing in suits didn't move the needle for her. Ignoring them entirely, she waved over a waiter. "Hi, could you wrap these pastries up for me? Thanks."

Ginnie’s eyes flashed with disgust, though she quickly pivoted to a fake, concerned look. "Nancy, it’s not too late to just go home. We actually need a vet assistant for this surgery." Her voice was sweet, dripping with insincerity. "If you come back, our family can give you perks like this whenever you want."

Chandler straightened his lapels, his voice heavy with arrogance. "See that? That’s how a real member of this family carries themselves. Not like some outsider who only knows how to make a scene."

He checked his watch and turned to Callum. "It’s about time, Mr. Callum. I’ll head to the medical center to double-check the equipment for your horse." Before walking off, he threw one last look of contempt at Nancy. "You were given a chance and you blew it. Did you really think you could take down Summers Corp alone? I can’t wait to see how this ends for you today."

As Chandler turned to leave, Nancy stepped forward and grabbed his arm. "Wait. You aren't going anywhere."

Ginnie smirked. She figured Nancy had finally realized she couldn't win and was ready to beg for a way back.

Chandler looked surprised for a second, then his eyebrows shot up. He turned back with a victor’s grin. "What’s this? Finally real…"

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp, metallic click cut him off.

To the absolute shock of everyone in the room, Nancy pulled a pair of handcuffs from her pocket and snapped them onto Chandler’s wrist.

"Chandler Summers," Nancy’s voice rang out, cold and steady. "You’re under arrest."

"Nancy! Have you lost your mind?!" Jack shouted. Seeing his father in cuffs, he lunged forward to stop her.

Right then, the VIP elevator at the end of the hall chimed.

The doors slid open to reveal Barry and Simon. Barry was in a charcoal equestrian suit, looking every bit the cold, powerful aristocrat. Beside him, Simon stood in his dress blues, his badge and epaulets gleaming. They were total opposites, yet they commanded the room with the same crushing presence.

Four uniformed officers followed them out in a tight formation.

Barry calmly tucked his key card back into his pocket, his movements slow and deliberate. The group walked straight to Nancy, forming a wall behind her that instantly choked the life out of the Summers family’s ego.

Simon held up the warrant, his eyes like ice. "Chandler Summers, you’re being charged with solicitation of murder and arson. You’re coming with us."

Nancy finished cuffing the stunned Chandler and shoved him toward the officers. At the same time, the venue's security were now taking orders from the police; flooded the lounge and blocked every exit.

The crowd was paralyzed. No one had ever seen a takedown like this.

The words solicitation of murder hit Chandler like a physical blow. He started thrashing. "I didn’t do it! This is a setup!"

Jack, who had personally planned the security for the event, felt the world drop out from under him. He had built the perimeter that was now trapping his own father.

"Simon! What the hell is this?" Jack screamed, charging forward. "My father wouldn't kill anyone! You’re abusing your badge!"

He tried to grab Simon’s collar, but Simon caught his wrist in a grip that didn't budge.

"Jack, you’re an officer. Don't be an idiot," Simon said, his eyes narrowing. "Do you think I just print these warrants myself?"

Nancy let out a short, dry laugh. "Funny hearing wrongful arrest come from you, isn't it?"

She took the bag of pastries and shoved them into Jack’s hands, a mocking smile on her face. "I figured you guys weren't prepared, so I packed your dad’s last meal for him. It’s not exactly Summers family quality, but compared to what he’ll be eating for the next thirty years, it’s a goddamn feast."