A sharp, collective gasp ran through the room.

Everyone knew the Ralston name.

And everyone knew Graham.

“We look forward to restructuring these assets,” I said. “And ensuring they are managed with the care and integrity they deserve. Thank you, and enjoy your evening.”

I stepped back from the podium as the applause resumed, though it was now mixed with urgent whispering.

I walked down the steps of the dais.

Before I could reach the exit, Graham broke through the crowd, ignoring the security guards who tried to hold him back.

His collar was damp with sweat.

“Jocelyn!” he hissed, his voice trembling. “What is this? What did you just say?”

Gloria was right behind him, her eyes wide and furious. “You liar. You quiet, insolent little thief. You stole my husband’s legacy.”

“I didn’t steal anything, Gloria,” I said, looking her in the eye. “I bought it. Every single square inch. Including the house you live in.”

Graham grabbed my wrist, his grip desperate.

“Jocelyn, please,” he muttered, his voice cracking as his eyes darted around the room. “We can talk about this. We are a family. Think of the girls.”