How a Secret Real Estate Empire Brought Down a Cruel Family Legacy
“Keep the proprietary accounts locked,” I said. “They must not touch the trust funds for Hazel and Ruby.”
“I will file the temporary restraining orders regarding the accounts first thing in the morning,” Harrison said.
“Good,” I said. “And Harrison?”
“Yes, Jocelyn?”
“Make sure the commercial leases are secure.”
“The Oak Lawn property?” he asked.
“Specifically that one,” I said. “Do not let them know who owns the building yet.”
“Understood,” Harrison said. “Go home. Get the girls settled.”
I ended the call and slipped the phone back into my pocket.
I pressed the key fob, and the lights of my mid-sized SUV flashed in the driveway.
I opened the back door and helped Ruby into her booster seat.
Hazel climbed in beside her and buckled her own seatbelt without a word.
Her eyes were still red from her grandmother’s sharp words.
I closed their door and climbed into the driver’s seat.
The leather steering wheel was cool beneath my palms.
I started the engine, shifted into drive, and steered us away from the grand, columned mansion.