I turned the page over, looking at the back of the second sheet.

Near the bottom, there was a series of handwritten account numbers written in a different pen.

They were followed by a name I had never seen in any of the foundation’s official ledgers.

“Vanguard Maritime Holdings,” I read aloud.

Gabriel’s expression changed instantly.

The calm demeanor he had maintained all evening vanished.

He reached across the table and took the paper from my hands, his eyes scanning the numbers rapidly.

“What is it?” I asked, my heart beginning to beat faster.

“Vanguard isn’t a shipping company,” Gabriel said, his voice dropping to a low register.

“It is a private equity front operated out of the Cayman Islands.”

“It is used by foreign creditors to launder high-stakes debts that cannot be collected legally.”

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with concern.

“Your father wasn’t just embezzling to keep up appearances, Claire.”

“He was paying off a massive offshore debt to people who do not use courts to resolve contracts.”

“And if Ethan was helping him route those funds, he knows exactly who those people are.”