Evelyn's POV
Kofi walked into the sitting room with his laptop. His face looked grim.
"I found her," he said.
Evelyn set down her tea. "Where?"
"The capital. Same city as the estate. She is staying at the Grand Imperial Hotel."
Benjamin leaned forward. "How long has she been there?"
"Three days. Maybe more." Kofi turned the laptop around. A photograph filled the screen. Tonia in the hotel lobby. Designer clothes. Perfect hair. Looking like she owned the place.
"She has not fled," Evelyn said quietly.
"No," Kofi agreed. "She is operating."
Emmanuel appeared in the doorway. He must have been listening. "Operating how?"
Kofi clicked through more photos. "She has met with three different law firms. All corporate. All expensive. She is filing counter-challenges to your defamation case
