“They show the wire transfer of two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”

“That money came from the inheritance my grandmother left me.”

“It went directly into the startup account for Bellamy Holdings on the day of incorporation.”

The bailiff took the folder from my hand.

As he walked away, I felt Gavin’s glare burning into the side of my face.

If looks could bruise, I would have been covered in them.

But I did not look back at him.

Dane leaned over to Gavin, his voice a frantic whisper.

“Did you know about this?” Dane asked.

“Did you know where the initial capital came from?”

Gavin didn’t answer.

He was staring at me, his eyes wide and dark with a rage he could barely contain in front of the judge.

His hands were clenched into fists on top of the table.

Judge Beckett took the bank records from the bailiff.

She flipped through them slowly.

The sound of the rain against the tall glass windows seemed to grow louder, filling the silence of the room.

She compared the account numbers on the bank statements with the founding documents.