I turned the page, my eyes scanning the text until I found the name of the entity funding the escrow.

*Vanguard Alpine Holdings, LLC.*

Below it was an authorization signature line and a series of clearing codes for a bank in Zurich.

My pulse quickened, but not for the reason Eleanor thought.

I recognized the naming convention of that holding company.

It matched the hidden ledger entries I had pulled from Julian’s computer before we fled.

Eleanor thought she was buying my silence.

But by putting this document in front of me, she had just handed me the missing piece of the puzzle.

These weren’t just random corporate names.

This draft agreement contained the exact routing pathways of the Thorne family’s untaxed offshore wealth.

“It is a very generous offer,” I said, keeping my voice soft, letting her think I was wavering.

“It is a practical offer,” Eleanor said. “I am a practical woman.”

“I need time to review the terms,” I said. “I need to consult my own counsel.”

Eleanor’s eyes narrowed slightly.

The warmth, what little there had been, vanished from her face.