She knew his accounts better than he did.

According to Marcus’s trace, she had established a secondary entity in the Cayman Islands under the name Meridian Holdings.

The money Nolan believed was being parked for the Riverview construction was actually being routed directly into Sloane’s private accounts.

She was emptying his primary operating capital.

I scrolled down to the transaction history for the past seventy-two hours.

Just yesterday, as Nolan was standing in this very room threatening me, Sloane had initiated a wire transfer for four hundred thousand dollars.

It was almost the entirety of Nolan’s liquid reserves.

She was leaving him with nothing but debts and the legal liabilities of the Riverview project.

My phone vibrated on the desk, the dry hum startling me in the quiet room.

I picked it up and saw a text from Marcus.

“She’s cleaning him out,” the text said. “She knows Nolan is counting on the Hartwell settlement to cover the deficit.”

I stared at the glowing screen as the pieces fell into place.

Nolan believed Sloane was his loyal partner, his accomplice in forcing me to sign over my family’s trust.