I pulled a small, silver thumb drive from my evening bag and handed it to Vance.

“This contains the full forensic audit of the Mercer Group’s accounts,” I said.

“It shows exactly how Daniel has been siphoning trust money to pay off his personal gambling debts.”

Daniel looked as though he might throw up right there on the polished stone floor.

“Maya, please,” Daniel said, taking a desperate step toward me.

His cold, triumphant light was entirely gone, replaced by a sweating panic.

“We can talk about this,” he pleaded, reaching out his hand.

“Do not touch me,” I said.

Mr. Han stepped between us, his tall frame completely blocking Daniel from my view.

“The Mercer family is no longer welcome at Lotus Bay,” Mr. Han said.

“Your reservations have been canceled, and your personal belongings are being cleared from the penthouse suite as we speak.”

“You are throwing us out?” Vivian gasped, her face pale.

“This is a public embarrassment!” she shrieked, looking at the flashing cameras of the press.

The reporters were having a field day, capturing every second of the Mercers’ sudden downfall.