“She has no right to be in this house,” Vivian hissed.

Her eyes were wide, the skin tight across her cheekbones.

“This is still Bradford property,” she said.

“Not for long, Vivian,” I said.

I walked over and placed the papers on the table in front of her.

“The federal agents are on their way.”

“They have the routing numbers for the Cayman accounts.”

Vivian’s hand trembled slightly, but she quickly hid it under her silk sleeve.

“You think you have won,” she whispered.

“You are nothing but a common opportunist.”

“I am the mother of your grandsons,” I said.

“And I am the only person who can keep this family out of total bankruptcy.”

Garrett walked over to the table and looked at the documents.

“What is this?” he asked.

“An unconditional surrender,” Marcus said.

“You sign over all voting rights in the new merged entity to Clara.”

“In exchange, she will assume the outstanding debts and prevent a public liquidation.”

Garrett looked at his mother, then at me.

“And what happens to my mother?” he asked.

“That is out of my hands,” I said.