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“Perfection takes time, darling,” he spoke as he set up his high-tech laptop on the table.

“I thought quick was your specialty?”

“It is, and if you were to give this to anyone else, you’d wait hours, maybe even days. I’ll need about an hour. So go about your business, and let me do my work.”

“You don’t, by any chance, have any cheesecake left, do you?” Wes asked with a smile.

“I do. Would you like a piece?”

“I would love a piece.”

I went into the kitchen and took the cheesecake from the refrigerator. After cutting a slice, I brought it to the couch where Wes sat.

“Thank you.” He kissed my lips.

“Hey, Anna. It looks like your ex is a thief.”

“You found something?” I asked as I got up from the couch and walked over to where Lars sat.

“All these invoices are fake, and these businesses are all set up as shell companies. Basically, they don’t exist. If they don’t exist, they can’t provide services. I’ve traced the account numbers to offshore accounts in the Cayman Islands, all registered to Matthew James Bondi. Oh, look, MJB Supplies. Coincidence? I don’t think so.” His brow arched.

“How much does he have in the accounts?” I asked.

“Well, darling, that’s going to take a little bit of time for me to hack into them.”

“Then get hacking!”

About thirty minutes later, Lars called me over. Wes and I got up from the couch and walked over to the table.

“Can I just say that I’m so happy you ditched that little thief,” Lars said. “Between the four accounts, he’s stolen over ten million dollars of your daddy’s money. Look, all of the money transfers came from Young Vine Enterprises.”

“Damn him. Is there a way to transfer all that money from his accounts and back into the company?”

“Darling, if I did that, then he’ll know we hacked into his account, which is illegal.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Anna

I packed an overnight bag, and Wes and I returned to his penthouse for the night.

“I really don’t want to deal with all this,” I spoke as my head rested on his chest. “To be honest, it’s not my problem.”

“He didn’t just steal from your father; he stole from you, too. You’re still a part of that company until you sign papers that say otherwise. Don’t forget that. Do you want to let him get away with what he’s done? I know you think your dad deserves it for trusting him so much, but this affects you. You need to fight for what’s yours. Look at me, Anna.”

I lifted my head from his chest and stared into his eyes as he ran his finger across my cheek.

“Wouldn’t it give you great pleasure and closure to let your father know that the man he invested time in and chose over his own daughter screwed him over?”

“It would.” I smiled.

“Then that’s why you need to go back to California and tell him.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

“Good, we’ll fly out tomorrow.”

“We?” I asked.

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