He believed my agency was just a small boutique firm, struggling to survive in the shadow of his empire.

He had no idea how much power I had quietly accumulated while he was busy trying to save his son’s reputation.

“What about the DNA test?” Garrett demanded, crossing his arms.

“We will conduct the test quietly, today, at a private clinic,” Arthur Vance said. “The results will be kept strictly confidential, as part of the settlement.”

“And if she refuses?” Vivian asked, her eyes narrowing at me.

“She won’t refuse,” Grandfather Bradford said, his voice dripping with certainty. “Clara is smart. She knows she cannot fight us in court.”

“We have the best lawyers in the state, and we can drag this out until she is completely bankrupt.”

Audrey stepped forward, her voice trembling.

“She disrupted my wedding for this,” Audrey said, her gaze darting between Garrett and the triplets. “She deserves nothing but a restraining order.”

“Audrey, please,” Garrett muttered, not looking at her.

“Don’t tell me to please, Garrett,” Audrey said, tears spilling over her mascara. “Look at them. They have your face.”