‘You have me,’ said his grandfather, grabbing his shoulders. ‘If nothing goes right, you come to me. Remember that.’
In that moment, Oliver felt invincible.
‘The world will soon be yours,’ his grandfather added. ‘I promise.’
Two months later, he was in handcuffs.
‘I can’t,’ said Oliver. ‘What he did was horrible – he deserves what he got.’
His dad lowered his voice. ‘You don’t get to talk about my father like that. He did it for us.’ His eyes narrowed as he added, ‘He’s even taking care of us now. Who’s footing the bill for your precious co-op in The Rosewood?’
Oliver flinched. The trust that the judge carved out for his family was originally set up by his grandfather. They got to keep it because the prosecutor hadn’t been able to prove that it was funded by any illegal dealings. The
