Chapter Ninety-Three
*The Anonymous Artist*
Naomi Louis’s office was a monument to curated success. Sunlight streamed over sleek modern furniture and awards the Louis firm had won—awards Lyra’s designs had secured. Naomi was not admiring the view. She was hunched over her desk, her face a tight mask of fury as she scrolled through financial spreadsheets with her lawyer and accountant.
“The trust is ironclad,” the lawyer was saying, wiping his brow. “Francis Louis set it up years ago. It releases controlling shares and a significant capital sum to Lyra upon her marriage. Leonor is the executor. He’s not arranging to hand it over. He’s legally bound to do so. The paperwork is already in motion.”
“There must be a clause! A delay!” Naomi hissed, her knuckles white where she gripped the edg
