“If Celeste uses a single dollar of that money to buy a handbag, we will know.”

“And we will have the digital paper trail linking her directly to Bennett’s theft,” I said.

“Exactly,” Priya said.

Her fingers flew across the keyboard again, inputting lines of command code.

The blue progress bar reached ninety percent.

“Ten seconds,” Priya whispered.

My hands were cold.

I gripped the back of Julian’s chair so hard my knuckles turned white.

“Five.”

“Four.”

“Three.”

“Two.”

“One.”

The screen flashed bright green.

A dialogue box popped up: *Transfer Complete.*

Fifteen million dollars vanished from my father’s legacy trust.

“It is gone,” I whispered.

“But the tracker is active,” Priya said.

She pointed to a small red dot blinking on a digital map of Zurich.

“The funds have arrived in the offshore account.”

“And now we wait for them to move,” Julian said.

I walked to the side table and poured a glass of water.

My throat felt dry, like dust.

My father’s hard work had been reduced to a blinking light on an offshore map.

But I could not let myself cry.