I kept my eyes on Victoria, trying not to look down at my pocket.

“You killed the real Tyler,” I said, my voice trembling but loud enough to echo in the rafters.

Victoria finally turned her gaze to me.

Her lips curved into a faint, pitying smile.

“Tyler was weak, Natalie,” she said.

“He wanted to turn the family ledgers over to the federal prosecutors.”

“He was going to ruin three generations of work because of a sudden burst of conscience.”

I slid my thumb across the screen inside my pocket, navigating by memory.

Two taps to open the secure broadcast application.

One tap to initiate the live feed.

The camera would only show the dark interior of my pocket, but the high-definition microphone would capture every single word.

“So you replaced him with Julian,” I said, leaning slightly forward to make sure the phone’s microphone was unobstructed.

“I gave this family what it needed,” Victoria replied.

“An heir who would sign the documents without asking questions.”

“And a beautiful, naive wife who would keep him happy and quiet.”

Chloe let out a harsh, bitter laugh.