“We are fixing this, Audrey,” Vivian said, taking her arm. “Arthur will handle the legal details.”

I let a small, polite smile touch my lips.

I reached into my handbag and pulled out my phone.

A notification was flashing on the screen.

It was an urgent message from my chief financial officer, Marcus.

The final transaction had cleared.

The transfer was complete.

I looked up at the wealthy family standing before me, completely unaware of the trap that had just snapped shut.

“You think I came here today for your money, Mr. Bradford?” I asked quietly.

“We know exactly why you came here,” Vivian spat. “You saw an opportunity to leech off our family fortune.”

“Be quiet, Vivian,” Grandfather Bradford said, though his eyes never left mine.

He seemed to sense something in my tone that his son and daughter-in-law had missed.

“If the settlement is insufficient, we can discuss adjusting the figures,” the old man said slowly. “But the terms of silence are non-negotiable.”

“I am not interested in your figures,” I said.

I stepped closer to the mahogany desk, looking down at the draft agreement Arthur Vance had prepared.