“The one Adelaide set up for the family members in London and Zurich,” I continued.

“They wanted to be part of the celebration today.”

“They wanted to see the next generation of the Callahan family.”

A cold draft swept through the open warehouse door, carrying the scent of low tide and rusted iron.

“Instead, they got this,” I said.

“They heard everything.”

“Every single word about Arthur, about the identity theft, and about what you did to keep the money.”

Let’s look at the screen of the guard’s phone.

It was displaying the live broadcast interface, showing hundreds of active viewers from the global Callahan directory.

Names of cousins, board members, and international partners were scrolling through the participant list.

Chloe stepped out of the shadows, her high heels clicking sharply on the concrete floor.

She looked at the screen of her own phone, her lips parting in horror.

“Victoria,” Chloe said, her voice shaking. “It is on the main family portal.”

“Adelaide just texted me,” Chloe added, looking up with wide eyes. “She wants to know what is happening.”

“Turn it off,” Victoria ordered, looking at her guard.