“It is not tied to the Holloway Empire, and the regulators do not know it exists.”

“There is eighty million dollars in it.”

“I will transfer every single dollar to a private account in your name today.”

“All you have to do is sign the release for the grandfather’s trust assets.”

I looked at him, feeling a cold disgust rise in my throat.

This was the man who had ordered my life support status reviewed while I was still unconscious in the ICU.

The hospital band was still on my wrist, hidden under my sleeve.

“Eighty million,” I repeated.

“Yes,” Grant said, thinking he had won.

A thin, desperate smile touched his lips.

“You can buy an estate in Europe.”

“You can raise the triplets far away from the media circus.”

“You will never have to worry about money again.”

“And what happens to the trust?” I asked.

“The trust assets will be absorbed into the company’s capital structure,” he said.

“It is just paper, after all.”

“It protects the kids’ inheritance, Grant,” I said.

“It guarantees they will have their grandfather’s legacy.”