“They have been manufactured by a bitter old man and an opportunistic girl.”

She reached for her personal phone on the desk.

“I am calling the police,” she said, her thumb hovering over the screen.

“I am going to have all of you arrested for extortion, trespassing, and fraud.”

“Go ahead,” Nathaniel Vale said calmly.

He adjusted his glasses and looked up at her.

“The police will want to see these documents, Miranda.”

“They will also want to know why the signatures on the original land registry do not match the state archives,” he added.

Miranda’s thumb froze above her phone screen.

“I have the best lawyers in Chicago,” she said, her voice dropping to a harsh whisper.

“They will tear these papers to shreds in five minutes.”

“You have nothing but old rumors and a senile former banker,” she said.

She glared at Thomas Bennett, who looked down at the floor, unable to meet her gaze.

“You will go to prison for this, Thomas,” Miranda said.

“I will make sure you spend the rest of your miserable life behind bars.”