“And what about Daniel Vance?” Sarah asked. “Is he also an advisor?”

“He is an associate,” Grant said.

“An associate who claims he delivered three hundred thousand dollars in cash to you.”

“Cash that was never declared in your financial affidavits.”

Grant gripped the wooden railing of the witness stand.

His knuckles were white, the skin stretched tight.

“Daniel is a disgruntled former employee,” Grant said. “He is lying to protect himself.”

“And the receipt found in your son’s shirt?” Sarah asked.

“The one with the login credentials for Horizon Holdings?”

“I have no idea how that got there,” Grant said.

“My ex-wife must have put it there to set me up.”

He pointed a finger at me, his eyes dark with malice.

“She has been planning this for months,” Grant said, his voice trembling.

“She wants to ruin me.”

The courtroom was completely silent.

I sat perfectly still, refusing to shrink from his gaze.

Judge Harlan leaned forward, his expression grave.

“Mr. Bellamy,” the judge said. “Are you suggesting your ex-wife created an offshore account in your name?”

“With your signature?”