“Evelyn… where are you right now?”
“At the reception hall,” I whispered, turning away from the crowd. “Charles, you’re frightening me.”
“You need to listen carefully,” he said. “Victor believed someone inside the family was trying to force him to transfer ownership of the company before he died.”
My fingers tightened around the phone.
“What?”
“He changed his will three weeks ago. Quietly. He instructed me not to release the documents unless he passed naturally—or unless something seemed wrong.”
A cold wave moved through my chest.
“Are you saying Victor thought someone wanted him dead?”
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