I looked at his face, searching for any sign of suspicion.

“Though I noticed her travel expenses for the last quarter were quite high.”

Jared waved his hand dismissively.

“Influencer campaigns require travel, Shelby. It’s the nature of her contract.”

“Paris?” I asked, keeping my tone light, almost curious. “And Aspen?”

Jared looked out the window, his expression hardening.

“Market research,” he said. “We’re expanding our footprint in Europe and the luxury lifestyle sectors.”

“I see,” I murmured.

He was lying, of course.

He thought he was protecting his mistress and his future child.

But he didn’t know that Courtney hadn’t been with him during those trips.

He had been in Los Angeles while she was in Aspen.

He had been in Chicago while she was in Paris.

And now I knew who had actually been with her.

Carter Vance.

The man who had spent the last five years trying to dismantle Harlan Media block by block.

“Well, the expenses are approved,” I said, leaning back in my chair.

“I just wanted to make sure they were properly categorized.”

Jared smiled, a patronizing look I had grown to despise.