“I don’t care,” Conrad said. “I care about the survival of this family.”

He pressed a button on his phone and held it to his ear.

“Marcus,” Conrad said into the receiver. “Send the wire to the Cole account immediately.”

He listened for a moment, his brow furrowing.

“I don’t care about the compliance hold,” Conrad snapped. “Override it.”

I watched him struggle to maintain control of his crumbling empire.

This was my moment.

The distraction was complete.

I looked toward the hallway.

My car keys were heavy in my coat pocket.

Lily was upstairs, probably playing with her dolls on the rug.

I needed to get her out of this house before the police or the reporters arrived.

I needed to protect her from the fallout of the name Harrow.

I took another step back, my heels silent on the thick carpet.

Grant was shouting at his father again, his fists clenched at his sides.

“You took her to the cabin,” Grant accused, his voice cracking. “In Aspen. While I was in Chicago.”

“She was a pleasant distraction,” Conrad said, his voice entirely devoid of emotion.