"The woman in Switzerland. Nellie Harding. Bring her back to Harbor City. Now."
She hung up, crossed the room, and opened the safe. Inside sat Ivor's private seal, the one that granted access to every asset he owned. She took it without a second's hesitation and sent it straight to the divorce attorney she'd already retained.
When Nellie Harding was brought back to the Sanchez estate, she was trembling so violently she could barely stand. She assumed her affair with Ivor had been discovered by the Sanchez elders. Or perhaps Ivor had found someone new and intended to use the family's authority to dispose of his dirty little secret once and for all.
Then she saw Jocelyn, and every trace of panic vanished from her face.
"Well, well. If it isn't the Henson girl." A slow smile spread across her lips. "So you've finally figured it all out?"
Nellie braced herself against the floor and rose to her feet, taking her time, her gaze dripping with undisguised triumph and contempt.
"You went through all that trouble to drag me back here. Don't tell me you actually think it'll change anything?"