Two million, four hundred thousand dollars.

The status of the transfer was marked as completed.

I stared at the numbers, a sudden warmth spreading through my chest.

For months, I had lived in fear of the next phone call, the next past-due notice.

I had slept on a sagging mattress in a cramped apartment, listening to the sirens outside.

Now, with a single tap of a finger, my life was restored to me.

“It is really there,” I whispered, my voice shaking slightly.

“Every penny,” Arthur said. “And more.”

“The court has also cleared your name of any involvement in his fund,” Arthur said.

“The press release is already hitting the wires,” Arthur added.

“You are a free woman, Kate,” Arthur said.

He took the tablet from my hand and slipped it back into his pocket.

“But a woman with your talents should not be satisfied with merely being free,” Arthur said.

He walked to the edge of the mezzanine, looking out over the grand ballroom.

The crystal chandeliers gleamed, reflecting off the dark marble below.

“The shipping lines that Tristan controlled are now in federal receivership,” Arthur said.