“My name is Catherine Doyle,” she said clearly, “and I represent Naomi Graves in all legal and financial matters.”
Elliot turned sharply toward her, his voice already losing control as he said, “What is this supposed to be?”
Catherine handed documents to a notary and a detective who had quietly positioned himself near the entrance.
“This is the beginning of the truth,” she replied, her tone calm and cutting.
Naomi’s voice returned, softer but sharper than before.
“Elliot, you should sit down, because this part is going to cost you everything.”
A screen flickered on near the altar, showing rows of data, call logs, and financial records.
Photos followed, showing Elliot entering hotels with Rachel, leaving casinos late at night, and signing papers tied to illegal debts.
“Turn that off,” Elliot shouted, stepping forward before a detective blocked his path.
Naomi’s voice continued without hesitation.
“It is amazing how much evidence you can collect when someone believes you are too insignificant to notice anything.”
The screen shifted again, revealing the structure of her company and its valuation.
Forty seven million dollars appeared in bold numbers that stunned the entire room.