“You froze my accounts?" Mason's voice exploded through the phone.
Caroline stared at the invoice in her hands, unbothered. “Only the ones linked to my name."
“I had dinner reservations at Argentum! Do you know how that looks when the card declines?"
She flipped to the next page. “Like justice."
“You've lost your mind."
“No," she said, “I've recovered it."
She hung up.
“Report," she said to the accountant across the desk.
The woman adjusted her glasses. “Over sixty-five thousand in personal expenses billed to your estate. Designer clothing, spa weekends, a down payment on a hovercraft—"
“I don't even like hovercrafts."
“And frequent transfers to a maid named Rosalie. Gifts. Jewelry. One purchase was a... singing locket."
Caroline looked up. “I gave him everything."
Bryant, lean
