too late tonight, sweetheart.”
I smiled faintly.
“I won’t.”
As soon as the front door closed, I knew what I needed to do.
For years, Julian had maintained a private study where he kept his business documents.
He’d always insisted the room was filled with confidential company records.
I’d respected that boundary.
But after hearing the recording, I couldn’t ignore the possibility that those documents contained answers.
I stood outside his study, remembering the words I’d heard the night before.
We’ve spent too much money getting everything ready.
Vanessa is waiting.
The photographs have to look natural.
Then I opened the door.
I began examining the financial papers Julian had left inside.
At first, everything looked ordinary.
Company statements.
Invoices.
Contract folders.
Then I found a series of transfers that made me stop.
A large payment to Marcus.
Another to someone identified as Vanessa R.
Expenses for a luxury apartment.
