I stood frozen on the stairs, my hand gripping the cold marble railing.

“Yes,” I said.

“I am Agent Vance with the Federal Financial Crimes Unit,” he said, walking toward the base of the stairs.

“I have a warrant for your arrest.”

A collective gasp rippled through the ballroom.

I looked at Mr. Han, whose face had gone completely pale.

The flashing cameras of the press suddenly felt like a barrage of gunfire, capturing every second of my descent.

I looked back at the phone in my hand, the image of my grandfather’s secret document still glowing on the screen.

The trap hadn’t been laid by Daniel.

It had been laid for me.

“Mrs. Arden, please step down,” Agent Vance said, reaching into his jacket.

I took a slow breath, my fingers tightening on the marble rail as I prepared to face the crowd.

The door at the back of the ballroom opened once more, and a familiar figure stepped into the light.

It was Daniel.

He wasn’t crying anymore.

He was smiling.

He met my gaze across the crowded room, his eyes bright with a cold, triumphant light.