But before she could answer—
A quiet sound echoed outside.
Engines.
Several of them.
The room fell still.
Through the tall windows, three black luxury sedans rolled through the iron gates of the estate and stopped in the driveway.
Daniel frowned.
“Who is that?”
No one answered.
A moment later the front door opened.
Heavy footsteps crossed the marble foyer.
Then the doors to the living room opened.
Three men in dark suits entered first.
Behind them walked an older man with silver hair, wearing a simple gray suit and polished black shoes.
Sophia stood so quickly her chair slid across the floor.
“Dad?”
Every member of the Harrington family froze.
Robert Bennett—the quiet mechanic from a neighborhood repair shop—walked calmly into the center of the room.
Richard Harrington looked confused.
“Mr. Bennett… this is a private family matter.”
Robert smiled politely.
“Yes,” he said.
Then he sat down at the head of the table.
“And one of the investors you welcomed into your company last year.”
Daniel looked pale.
“Dad… what is he talking about?”
Robert folded his hands together.
“It means,” he said calmly, “that the Harrington Group is no longer under your control.”
He tapped the divorce papers lightly.