“Fix this,” Gavin hissed, loud enough for the first three rows of the gallery to hear.

“You told me she couldn’t get these files.”

Dane pulled his arm away from Gavin’s grip, his expression tightening.

“Your Honor,” Sarah said, stepping toward the podium.

“The boys, Nolan and Parker, are currently being held in a custody arrangement based on the defendant’s alleged financial stability.”

“These documents prove that the defendant has committed fraud on this court.”

“He has stripped my client of her own company to paint her as unfit and broke.”

Judge Beckett took off her glasses and placed them slowly on the bench.

She looked at Gavin, her eyes hard and unyielding.

“Mr. Rourke, do you have a personal bank account in the United States that contains more than ten thousand dollars?”

Gavin stood up, his chest puffed out, trying to reclaim his boardroom authority.

“My corporate accounts are perfectly solvent, Your Honor,” Gavin said.

“I asked about your personal accounts, Mr. Rourke,” the judge said.

“The ones you listed as having three million dollars in liquid cash.”