The drive to the Hayes Estate was long and silent.
Emily sat in the back of the black SUV, staring out the window as the city lights faded behind them. Her thoughts churned, heavy with everything that had happened.
The gunshots.
The chase.
The fact that her father—Christopher Hayes—had left behind more than just a business empire.
James sat beside her, his expression unreadable. Oliver drove, his grip firm on the wheel.
And Emily?
She felt like a stranger in her own life.
Finally, she exhaled sharply. "So are you going to tell me why my father had a hidden estate no one knows about?"
Oliver didn’t glance back. "It wasn’t hidden. Just… forgotten."
Emily shot him a glare. "I find that hard to believe."
James leaned back, watching her carefully. "Your father was a private man, Emil
