Chapter Ninety-Six
* Hidden Plans and Bar Stools*
In the quiet, sunlit sitting room of a small, secure apartment, Francis Louis sat by the window. He was frail, but his mind was sharp as a needle. A cup of tea steamed untouched beside him. He held a phone to his ear.
“Jonathan,” he said to his lawyer, his voice thin but firm. “The amendments to the trust. I want them finalized today. Yes, the one we discussed. Lyra inherits my entire portfolio of shares in Louis Architects. All of it. Every last one.”
The lawyer’s voice was a murmur of caution on the other end. “Sir, your daughter-in-law and your biological granddaughter, Saphira… the original will stipulated a split…”
“The original will was written when I was a coward,” Francis interrupted, his gaze steady on a sparrow on the windows
