Chapter Twenty-One
Deep Darkness“What do you mean by ‘financial technicalities,’ Michel?”
Augusta St. Clair sat, fuming in her chair, listening to Michel Duvigney on her speakerphone.
“You must realize, Ms. St. Clair, that transferring the interest income from two hundred billion dollars in cash and various worldwide holdings into your accounts takes a great deal of effort and time. This whole business has taken us by surprise. After all, we never imagined that Robert had an heir, and you are directly responsible for that omission.”
Augusta was not pleased at the answer. “Wait a minute, Michel. When I met Rachel’s grandmother, I assumed that she was just another gold-digger after the money. How was I to know that the woman who showed up on my doorstep was really Robert’s wife?”
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