My gaze snapped to Russ Finch. A horrifying thought began clawing its way through my mind.
I was forcibly removed from the villa I'd called home for over twenty years.
On my way out, when no one was looking, I pocketed the half-smoked cigar Russ had left behind.
The moment I cleared the gate, I rushed to the hospital, retrieved a stored blood sample from Uncle Harvey, and headed straight to the Forensic DNA Lab.
The wait was excruciating.
Uncle Harvey had lived an immaculate life. Despite his immense wealth, he never indulged in excess—no wild parties, no string of lovers. Outside of necessary business functions, he lived more austerely than a monk.
I racked my brain until it ached, but I couldn't fathom him having a secret child.
Yet if that wasn't the case, how else could I explain him rewriting his will in Russ Finch's favor?
After what felt like an eternity, the results arrived.
The instant I saw them, my entire body turned to stone.
"Biological paternity: EXCLUDED."
The words sliced through me like serrated blades.
Uncle Harvey had actually handed over a lifetime's worth of hard-earned billions... to a complete stranger with no blood relation?