"He didn't just unfreeze them," I said, my voice dangerously quiet as I pointed at the financial ticker scrolling across the tablet screen. "Look at the stock exchange. He’s liquidating every asset attached to my name."
Rhys leaned forward from the wooden bench, ignoring the brutal groan of pain as his bandaged shoulder strained against the movement. His jaw clenching hard, dark eyes narrowing as he read the rapid transaction codes. "It's a play for time, Vivienne. He's trying to unfreeze the primary accounts before the board panics."
"He didn't just unfreeze them," I repeated, the reality hitting me like an icy wave. "He's selling off my mother's trust, my personal holdings, my grandfather's real estate firm, he's dumping them at bottom dollar prices to offshore shell companies."
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