“This isn’t about you sleeping with Celeste.”
I pointed toward the transfer papers.
“It’s about attempted fraud.”
“WHILE YOU WERE PLOTTING, I WAS FREEZING YOUR ACCOUNTS.”
Adrian stared at me.
I continued.
“While you were standing at Bellmere International Airport discussing how to take my father’s house…”
His breathing changed.
“…Marcus was contacting the bank.”
Adrian went still.
“Marcus?”
“Yes.”
“Marcus Vance?”
“The same.”
His face changed again.
“He initiated a forensic audit of your startup.”
“No.”
“And the bank’s fraud department was notified before your transfer window opened.”
“Claire.”
“Every account tied to the transaction has been flagged.”
He stepped forward.
“You had no right—”
I actually laughed.
“No right?”
I gestured around the room.
“You were trying to steal my house.”
“It wasn’t stealing.”
“You forged collateral statements.”
His eyes widened.
That told me enough.
THEN HIS PHONE STARTED RINGING
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
