She sounded calm, almost bored, as if she were reading a grocery list.

“The credentials you kept in your private safe at the lake house,” she added.

Marcus glanced at Luca, whose eyes widened in surprise.

Luca looked down at his own hands, then back at his brother.

“You don’t have the authority to hold those assets,” Marcus said.

“I have the codes, Marcus, which means the offshore bank does not care about my authority,” Sophia said.

“What do you want?” Marcus asked.

He reached out his hand toward my phone, but Luca stepped between us.

It was a small movement, but it made Marcus freeze.

“Let her speak, Marcus,” Luca said softly.

Marcus stared at his brother, his eyes narrowing into slits.

“The shipping docks,” Sophia said.

“The entire northern terminal, transferred to my holding company by midnight.”

“That is half my distribution,” Marcus said, his hands curling into fists.

“And you will get your legitimate funds back once the paperwork is signed,” Sophia said.

“Otherwise, the money stays frozen, and the federal authorities get an anonymous tip about the origin of those accounts.”