Nathan looked at me, a silent question in his eyes.

“The title is in my name,” I said.

“The original purchase was funded by my father’s trust.”

“I signed the papers to revoke his occupancy lease yesterday afternoon.”

Evelyn paused her typing, her eyes darting between us.

“Claire, if you are planning to lock him out, you need to clear it with our legal team first,” she warned.

“I don’t have a legal team with Hayes Development anymore, Evelyn,” I said.

“I hired my own counsel last week.”

“The locks are being changed at noon today.”

I looked at the silver watch on my wrist.

It was eleven-forty.

“He will be on the street by lunch,” Nathan said, a grim smile touching his lips.

“He won’t have his car either,” I said.

“The lease is under the corporate name.”

“I’ve already instructed the fleet manager to terminate the contract and have the vehicle towed.”

Evelyn let out a sharp, frustrated breath.

“This is going to be a bloodbath in the press,” she said.

“The local news is already sniffing around the construction permits in Brickell.”