“Miss Daphne, you don’t need to know who I am. Just remember, if I don’t see one million in my account today, the dark little secret of the Grant family is going viral.”
A raspy male voice came through the phone.
Daphne had never heard this voice before. It sent goosebumps down her arms.
“What secret? What the hell are you talking about?! Who are you?!” She was on the edge of breaking down.
“Heh... and here I thought the eldest daughter of the Knights would be smarter. That emerald necklace — is it really yours? Come on, Miss Daphne, don’t lie to yourself. I’ve got proof.”
“You’re bluffing! What kind of proof?”
“Oh, just an old group photo from a welfare home taken 17 years ago. There’s a little girl in it, wearing that exact same emerald necklace. Now tell me — who do
