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“I’m guessin’ her mama had a notification that went to her with account updates. Someone didn’t catch that when they put it all in Millicent’s name. She knows it’s been moved. She won’t know where, but she’s gonna be madder than a raccoon woke at 0600.”

“You let us worry about that,” said Jean. “Can’t thank you enough, Guillaume. Everything good here?”

“Always,” he smiled with the telltale wide, white teeth and whiskey eyes. “All is going well.”

“How’s the leg?”

“Still feel the bullet wound, but it’s healed. You know how it is. Some wounds stay longer than others.”

“And your girl?” smirked Jean.

“Didn’t work out. Please don’t tell your mama. I can’t do any more blind dates.” Jean could only laugh as Millicentwalked out. Trevon shook his head at Jean to indicate that he wasn’t to say anything to her about her mother knowing.

“Are we done?” she asked.

“We’re done. You’re a rich woman,” smiled Trevon.

“We’re a rich couple, but I want to think of something good to do with the money. I’ll pay for whatever we need to help Jay get a good legal team, even though it may not matter.”

“It might matter whether or not he gets the death penalty,” said Trevon. “I’m sure that Kari and the team will do everything they can for him.”

“Well, we’re done with this,” said Millicent. “I’d say we all deserve a great dinner. Take me to the kitchens, husband.”

“Happy to, wife.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

“What do you mean the crypto is gone?” seethed Beatrix.

“Exactly what I said. It was cashed out. All of it and sent to a bank in New Orleans,” said her accountant.

“New Orleans. What in the world is in New Orleans?”

“I don’t know, ma’am, but I can tell you that there’s not one penny of that money left.”

“My son took it all. He’ll be long gone before any police find him.”

“Your son didn’t take it. Your daughter did. Apparently, Jay put everything in his sister’s name before he went to prison or shortly thereafter. She has every penny now.”

“No. No, this can’t be happening. I need that money.”

“You won’t be able to touch it,” said the accountant. He stood from his desk, grabbed his suit coat, and walked toward the door.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” she asked.

“No offense, ma’am, but Mr. Dyatlov informed me this morning that I was no longer working for you.”

“Why the hell not?” she yelled.

“Because you can’t afford me. You have no money, no property, nothing. He has removed everything from your name, including the mansion in Chicago. I was told to notify you that you have forty-eight hours to vacate the property, or he’ll send someone to remove you.”

“That bastard! All I’ve done for him!” she screamed.

He opened the door, waving an arm for her to leave. Shaking her head, she left the building, watching as he pulledaway in his new Audi A8. She paid for that damn car with all her business.

If she were going to get her things from the mansion in Chicago, she would need to leave now. No doubt, he’d already told the staff to leave and not give her any assistance at all.

It didn’t matter. One way or another, she would get the money.

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