He shook his head, his jaw clenched tight.

“My father built Vale Global on transparency,” he said.

“He fought Crane Capital for twenty years to keep them out of our supply lines.”

“The records say otherwise,” I said.

I opened the next document in the sequence.

It was an agreement dated November 14th, ten years ago.

It outlined a joint venture between Arthur Vale and Victoria’s father, Charles Crane.

According to the terms, Vale Global had transferred thirty million dollars into an offshore entity called Aegis Holdings.

Aegis Holdings was a registered shell company in the Cayman Islands.

The sole beneficiary of Aegis Holdings was Crane Capital.

“He wasn’t fighting them,” Alexander said, his voice cracking slightly.

“He was funding them.”

“It looks that way,” I said.

I kept my voice flat, professional, and devoid of pity.

Pity would not help him right now.

He needed facts, even if those facts tore down the memory of the man he revered.

“Look at the dates,” I pointed to the screen.

“These transfers stopped exactly three weeks before your father died.”

“And then the account went dormant,” Alexander said.