I felt a cold chill run down my spine.

If Margaret emptied the accounts and left, my daughters would never see a dime of their inheritance.

More than that, she would escape the justice she deserved.

“We need to freeze those accounts,” I said, looking at Nora.

“I’m already drafting the emergency injunction,” Nora said, her fingers flying across her keyboard again.

“But it takes time to get a federal judge to sign off on a Sunday morning.”

Suddenly, the phone on Richard’s desk buzzed again, the sound sharp and alarming.

Richard picked it up instantly.

“Marcus?” Richard asked.

“Mr. Bennett, she’s not waiting,” the guard’s voice came through, sounding breathless.

“She just drove her Mercedes straight through the wooden exit barrier.”

“She’s heading up the driveway right now.”

I gasped, instinctively taking a step backward toward the fireplace.

“Lock the front doors,” Richard ordered calmly.

“And call the local police. Tell them we have an active intruder.”

“Yes, sir,” Marcus said.

The line went dead again.

The quiet of the study was shattered by the distant, angry sound of tires screeching on the wet gravel driveway outside.