Lora Hale was completely stunned.
Her brain refused to connect what she was seeing with what she believed about the world. For as long as he’d been sitting across from her, she had been absolutely convinced that Ace Kane was bluffing—that he was just another broke man putting on a rich-man mask to impress a woman.
Yet here it was.
She frantically flipped through the transaction records—again, and then again—her fingers trembling slightly on the mouse.
Same amount.
Same timestamp.
Same name.
The ten-million transfer was real.
And the sender, without question, was Ace Kane.
The time matched perfectly with when he’d been “messing around” on his phone just moments ago.
Her mind rebelled.
This is insane. Which mobile banking app even allows a transfer in that range to go through inst
