“Bennett can’t move capital of that size without board approval.”

“He can’t,” Priya agreed.

“Unless he is hiding the destination.”

She tapped a few more keys, opening a registry document.

“I managed to bypass the basic privacy shield on the Cayman registry.”

“Apex Horizons isn’t just a blind trust.”

“It has a single named beneficiary.”

She pointed to the screen.

The name was printed in clear, block letters.

*Celeste Monroe.*

I stared at the name.

“He’s bypassing our prenuptial agreement,” I whispered.

“If he divorces me, the prenup protects my share of Whitlock Luxe.”

“But if there is no money left in the company because he funneled it to her…”

“Exactly,” Priya said.

“He is draining the empire into her hands before the hammer falls.”

“And I found something else.”

Priya’s fingers paused over the keyboard.

She looked up at me, her eyes wide.

“There is another transfer scheduled for nine o’clock this morning.”

“That’s in ten minutes.”

“And the source account is your father’s legacy trust.”

The digital clock on Priya’s laptop screen read 8:51 AM.

Nine minutes remained before my father’s legacy trust would be emptied.