Issac Monroe narrowed his eyes, tracking Dylan Graham’s every micro-expression. He knew exactly what kind of game his uncle was playing. Dylan wasn't worried about the family’s financial stability; he was terrified that if the relocation payout was spent on a high-end asset like this, there wouldn't be any liquid cash left for him to siphon off. To a man like Dylan, his sister-in-law was nothing more than a bank account with a pulse.
The more Dylan opposed the purchase, the more determined Issac became to finalize it. He knew his mother’s soft heart; if she had ten million dollars sitting in a savings account, Dylan would have it bled dry within six months using guilt and "emergency" business failures.
"Don't worry about the logistics, Mom," Issac said, his voice dropping into that calm,
