“You are trespassing,” I said.

“This is my home,” he snapped, his voice echoing in the high-ceilinged room. “I bought this place. My name is on the deed.”

Julian stepped forward, holding up a manila folder.

“Actually, Bennett, the deed was held by the Whitlock Luxe holding company,” Julian said. “The company that has just been placed under the sole receivership of Evelyn.”

“That is a temporary filing,” Bennett sneered, though his eyes darted toward the police officers standing in the doorway. “My lawyers are contesting it.”

“The judge denied your motion an hour ago,” Julian replied. “You have no legal right to be on these premises, nor do you have the right to remove any property.”

Celeste took a step back, her grip tightening on the silver box.

“This is my jewelry,” she said, her voice rising in pitch. “Bennett gave it to me.”

“The jewelry in that box was purchased using the corporate credit card registered to the hospitality group,” Priya said, looking up from her tablet. “Technically, those are company assets. You are stealing.”