Arthur stepped smoothly between us, pulling a document from his coat. “Actually, Caleb, Julian anticipated your legal threats. He filed an irrevocable transfer deed forty-eight hours ago, backed by a video deposition certified by two independent psychiatrists confirming his mental competency. The property doesn’t belong to the Vance family anymore. It belongs to Nora.”
Caleb stared at the certified document in Arthur’s hand. His corporate composure finally cracked, his face flushing deep red with fury.
“This isn’t over,” Caleb spat, turning his glare back onto me. “You think you can keep that building? You don’t know the first thing about real estate, business, or power. You’re just a lonely girl holding onto a dead child’s rag.”
He turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, his associate scrambling to catch up as the door slammed shut behind them.
I sank back into the chair, clutching the red dress, my chest heaving.
