The Price of a Forgotten Daughter and the Fall of the Valenti Empire
“You should have known,” I said, my voice cold. “You should have asked why I suddenly agreed to leave with nothing.”
He looked away, his jaw tightening again.
“She told me you took a settlement,” he whispered. “She showed me signed bank transfers.”
“I never signed anything,” I said.
“I know that now,” he said. “Dr. Hale confirmed it.”
The SUV moved smoothly through the Manhattan traffic.
Outside, the neon lights of the city blurred through the rain-streaked windows.
Dominic’s phone began to vibrate in his hand again.
He looked at the screen, then turned it face down on the console.
“Who is it?” I asked.
“The chairman of the board,” Dominic said. “He wants to know why I am destroying the family legacy.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I haven’t answered,” Dominic said. “Let them wonder.”
Marco took a sharp turn onto Park Avenue.
“We have a problem, sir,” Marco said, looking at the rearview mirror. “There’s a silver Mercedes behind us. It’s been following since we left the bookstore.”
Dominic sat up straighter, his eyes instantly fixing on the side mirror.