toward her.
“That wasn’t funny.”
She shrugged.
“You people have no sense of humor.”
He didn’t argue.
Instead, he focused on helping me toward the house.
I was grateful.
After years of dealing with Vanessa, I no longer had the energy to explain why deliberately pushing an injured person into a swimming pool was unacceptable.
As we walked away, I heard her laughing again.
Then my phone vibrated.
I glanced at the screen.
Martin Cole.
His message contained three short sentences.
I located the missing contracts.
The discrepancies are more serious than we expected.
Please call me tonight.
I stopped walking.
Daniel noticed immediately.
“What is it?”
I read the message again.
Then slowly looked back toward the terrace.
Vanessa was standing beside our father beneath the glowing patio lights.
She looked radiant.
Confident.
Completely certain that Bellamy Development would soon be hers to control.
She had spent the evening
