Roman paused for a second. "You mean the Meyer family from Brookfield? Are you suspicious of her? Any leads?"


    "Nothing concrete yet," Reese said, her voice tinged with frustration. “But I''ll figure out a way to get proof. I just wanted to keep you in the loop."


    "Got it. So you''re saying the money might not really be foreign. It could be domestic funds disguised as overseas transfers that got funneled back in."


    Roman sounded determined. "I''ll have my people dig into that. Let''s keep each other posted if anything turns up."


    When the call ended, Reese pressed her fingers to her temples, trying to rub away her irritation.


    No matter how certain she was, t didn''t mean anything without evidence. If she wanted answers, she''d need someone else''s help.


    She grabbed her phone and called George.


    "George, I need you to look into Grace for me. Focus on who she was in contact with sixteen years ago."


    There was some background noise, like George was in the middle of something. After a moment, he replied, “Of course, Ms. Meyer. I''ll get right on it.


    "And one more thing. Your divorce hearing with Mr. Ratcliff is in three days. I''ve put together all the information about the process and emailed it to you. Check it when you have a moment.


    "Our evidence is solid for this case. The recording you sentst night has been submitted too. I''m confident we''ll win and secure most of Mr. Ratcliff''s personal assets for you."


    When the call ended, Reese leaned back in her chair, eyes closed. Sunlight streamed in through the window, wrapping her in a gentle warmth.


    The old Ratcliff family estate was unusually quiet. Even the housekeepers walked around extra carefully, not wanting to make a sound.


    Sebastian sat on the leather sofa, gripping his phone so tightly his knuckles were white. He stared at the court summons on the screen, a cold anger radiating from him.


    “Useless! You can''t even handle something this simple!” Jane''s sharp voice cut through the silence.


    She was sprawled on the other end of the sofa, feet up on an ottoman, a housekeeper gently massaging her lower back.


    Her chronic injury had red up again after Leslie pushed her earlier. The pain was getting to her, and she couldn''t help butin to Sebastian. "I really don''t get why you were so obsessed with Leslie in the first ce.


    "She left for another country and you still couldn''t let her or Annie go. Now she''s back, you two are in touch again, and because of her you even missed your father''sst moments."


    Leslie made her think of Reese. "Honestly, Reese was better. She handled everything herself. She even learned massage just because she knew about my back problems. Thanks to her, I barely had any trouble these past few years."


    Sebastian frowned, clearly losing patience, but before he could say anything, Robbie shuffled over with a fruit tray, his little face full of concern.


    "Grandma, have some fruit. It''ll help you feel better."


    Jane''s expression softened as she patted Robbie''s head. "Such a good boy, Robbie. Just like your mom."


    She picked up a grape and popped it in her mouth, but immediately made a face. "What''s wrong with the grapes this year? They''re nowhere near as good as before."


    Sebastian nced at the tray.


    Back when Reese was in charge, everything in the house was nned in advance. She''d order fruit straight from the farms. Nothing in the market even came close.


    The thought hit him hard: if he really did get divorced from Reese, all these little things he took for granted would be out of reach.


    He couldn''t shake the feeling, and it annoyed him more than he wanted to admit.


    No. He needed to see Reese again, needed to talk to her.


    "Robbie,e with me. We''re heading out."


    Sebastian stood up and grabbed his jacket.


    In the ckOak Tech underground parking lot, Reese stepped out of the elevator after workingte yet again.


    She spotted Bailey and Hank waiting by her car, both of them wearing identical, hopeful smiles.


    Reese had zero interest in dealing with either of them. She took out her phone, tapped a few buttons, and watched as her car slowly pulled out of its spot.


    "Reese, you''ve really grown up. You''re looking more and more like your mother every day."