“My father will destroy you,” Grant said, looking up at Naomi, his voice barely a whisper. “He will tie you up in court until you go bankrupt.”

“He is welcome to try,” Naomi said. “Now, get out of my office before I have security remove you.”

Grant looked at me one last time, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and desperation.

He turned on his heel and slammed the heavy oak door behind him.

I let out a breath I had been holding since he entered the room.

“Are you alright?” Naomi asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“I’m fine,” I said, though my fingers were cold. “But he won’t stop. Conrad won’t let this stand.”

“Neither will I,” Naomi said. “We have the momentum now.”

We spent the next hour reviewing the custody paperwork, ensuring Lily’s safety was the top priority.

By noon, I gathered Lily from the breakroom and left the building through the secure basement garage.

I drove to a quiet, mid-range hotel near the water, far from the Harrows’ usual social circles.