The great Voss dynasty, the legacy Patricia had threatened to destroy me to protect, was nothing but a hollow shell.

Harrison stumbled backward until his thighs hit the edge of the mahogany conference table.

“Empty?” he muttered.

“Since 2018?”

He looked at his mother, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“You told me the tech fund was just experiencing a temporary liquidity squeeze.”

“You told me we needed Claire’s money to bridge the gap.”

Patricia turned on him, her lips curling into a tight line.

“Shut up, Harrison,” she snapped.

“Do not say another word.”

“But you lied to me,” Harrison said.

His voice was rising, losing its polished edge.

“I signed those bank disclosures because you told me the assets were verified.”

“I put my name on the filings.”

“I said be quiet,” Patricia hissed.

Another agent, a man with a clipboard, stepped forward.

“Mr. Voss, we have agents at your personal residence right now,” he said.

“Your personal accounts at Twin Cities Union and Midwest Merchant Bank have been frozen.”

“Your credit lines are suspended.”

Harrison reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.