“There’s a case pending evidence to declare the old man incompetent, to declare my proxy null and void and to declare his daughter missing.”
That got my attention. I stood. “Are you telling me someone knows she’s alive?”
“It looks that way. Either that or they think she’s dead and now want to make it legal. After seven years, a court will declare her a missing person. I’ve stalled indicating I have evidence to the contrary. She has to come forward.”
That for me was a red flag. If someone filed the case, chances were the attacker could be the same person, or not. “Who filed the case?”
“It was done by a third party using a company name. They have proof that they’re entitled to the old man’s estate.”
“What about Easton?”
“As a minority shareholder, Easton currently has no leg to stand on. His father was in the process of changing the will to make Easton a majority when the accident occurred.”
I stepped away from behind my table and poured myself a drink, then as an afterthought offered him one. “Drink?”
“Sure.”
My whiskey burned down my throat quickly while he sipped his. “How long do we have before you need to present your case?”
“Two weeks.”
“A lot can fucking happen in two weeks,” I grumbled before pouring another drink.
“For what it’s worth, you now have the answers about how she’s alive. Does she know the truth yet?” he asked. I looked at him wondering how much he knew about what had gone down. “Look, you don’t have to tell me anything.” He finished his drink and set the glass on the table. “Just call me when you’re ready to talk.”
“Have you been following me all this time?” I asked as he walked away.
He turned to face me. “Since the day I fucked up, I’ve made sure someone watched over you, your mother, Krisha and the kids. I might not have a heart, according to you, Trent but no harm will come to my son and his family while I am alive.” With that, he was gone.
I stared at the closing door, still on the fence about whether I believed the fatherly sentiment. Massaging my brow, I glanced at the letter on my table and uttered a caustic laugh. Once again, fate played me for a fool. The good thing was, I didn’t need to tell her the truth anymore. It no longer mattered now that she was with Zayne.
Ashrika
ISTARED AT THE LARGEmodern house with its glass finishing set against a beautifully landscaped garden and climbed out of the car.
“Thank you, Jenson.”
