The next morning, Marrin could barely feel her hands.
She'd spent the night cross-checking every account, every transaction Liam mentioned. Numbers had blurred into nonsense long before dawn, but one name kept surfacing like a stain she couldn't wash out—Reeves Capital Partners.
Calvin's private investment branch. Hidden under multiple shell entities. Registered in Monaco.
Her chest tightened as she opened the final report. There it was: a transfer of 4.2 million dollars, labeled consultancy fee, moved from Reeves Capital to a fund linked to Derek Hale six months after Marrin's supposed death.
Her coffee went cold before she realized she'd stopped breathing.
So Liam was right.
And if Liam was right, that meant Calvin had known far more than he ever admitted.
When she finally walked
