Grant stood in the doorway, his tie loosened, his hair damp with sweat.

His face was flushed a dark, angry red.

His chest heaved as he stared at me, his eyes wide and wild.

Behind him, two hotel security guards stood in the corridor, looking uncomfortable and uncertain.

Grant didn’t look at Lila. He didn’t look at the camera.

He looked straight at me.

“You just threw your entire life away,” Grant said, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper.

“No,” I said, stepping backward to stand beside Diane. “I just took my name off your crimes.”

Grant reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone.

His thumbs tapped furiously against the screen.

“It’s done,” Grant said, holding the phone up so I could see the screen.

It was a confirmation screen from our private wealth management portal.

The primary account, the one holding the remnants of my family’s inheritance, showed a balance of zero.

The status read: *Account Frozen – Pending Legal Review.*

“Good luck paying Diane’s retainer,” Grant said, a cruel smile touching his lips.

“And don’t bother going back to the house.”