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“Absolutely not.” I clenched my teeth so hard my jaw ached. “What are you implying?”

“Turns out, she amended her will to include you just one week before she died.” Marshall raised an eyebrow at me as if to ask,Is there something you’d like to tell me?

“I never asked her to.”You smug fuck.

“You’ve gotta admit, the timing doesn’t look great,” Marshall opined. “And the amount she left you is highly unusual for domestic staff.”

I couldn’t argue with that. Who left their butler $200,000? “What Madam decided to do with her money is none of my business,” I said tightly. “It’s beyond my control.”

“Control, maybe. But what about influence? Any chance you were providing someextra servicesto Mrs. Olsen during your employment? Working your way into her will?”

“How dare you!” All those sweet afternoons serving Madam tea in the rose garden, listening with quiet interest as she told me of her glory days in Hollywood… It was repulsive to insinuate something so seedy about our relationship.

“I’m just doing my investigation, Mr. Kim,” Marshall said coolly. “Following the evidence.” He looked down at my crotch.

I didn’t understand, but then I brushed the front of my slacks and found my fly was down. I turned away in horror, cheeks flaming, and zipped myself back up.Oh God, oh God!Trying to deny accusations of sexual misconduct when I’d been fucking my client just minutes ago…

Panic gripped my chest.Am I a bad person?

Sir seized the moment to step between me and Marshall. “You’d better stop it with these bullshit accusations.”

“The Olsen family wants the money that’s rightfully theirs. They’re grieving, they suspect elder abuse, and now they’re being robbed of their inheritance as well.”

“Abuse?” Sir huffed a mirthless laugh.

“That’s right. Financial exploitation to be specific.” Marshall clicked his pen and folded his arms. “A caregiver leveraging undue influence.”

“Jun was there for her,” Sir insisted stubbornly. “The way I heard it, the so-called family never even visited.”

“Sir,” I admonished quietly. I was grateful he had rushed to my defense, but there was disgust in Sir’s voice. As if only a monster would avoid visiting a dying family member.

“What do they want?” I asked Marshall.

“They’re willing to drop the issue if you return half the money.” He tucked the notepad back into his pocket. “And the cat. It was a gift from Mrs. Olsen’s daughter. Otherwise, they’re taking you to court for the full amount.”

“Oh.”I thought about Mr. C greeting me at the door when I came home every night, warm and purring and ready to cuddle. My last connection to the good times I’d spent with Madam. I had put little thought into the cash, but I’d been looking forward to many happy years with the little guy. “I guess, if I have to…”

“What? No deal!” Sir cut in. “That money belongs to Jun.”

My heart hurt, but what choice did I have? I didn’t want to besmirch Madam’s memory by fighting her family. I never even wanted the damn money.

“How about you stay out of this?” Marshall suggested, setting his jaw. “It’s Mr. Kim’s decision.”

“How about youleave Jun alone and get off my fuckin’ property?” Sir shot back.

Marshall looked to me for a response, but my brain had frozen up, torn between what I wanted to do and what I felt I had to do.

“Jun, get back inside,” Sir ordered. He jerked his head toward the darkness of the house.

I fidgeted in place, unable to move.

“Go make me an iced tea,” Sir commanded. “You’re still on the clock.”

“Y-yes, Sir.” With something specific to do, my feet came unstuck. I turned to the door and Marshall thrust another business card at me.

“You’ve got seven days,” he said. “If I haven’t heard from you by then..” An unspoken threat hung in the air.

“Okay.” I took the card between numb fingers and headed inside. After the skin-tightening heat of the front yard, the air-conditioned interior felt as cold as a mausoleum.

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