Rachel hesitated, then led Chloe into his office.
Alexander looked up, irritation forming—until he saw the small figure beside her.
“What is this?” he asked briskly.
“She wants to check her balance,” Rachel explained.
Alexander gave a short, incredulous laugh. “Her balance?”
Chloe swallowed. “Please,” she whispered. “I just want to know.”
His amusement shifted to curiosity. “Fine.”
He took the card and entered the information.
The screen loaded slowly.
Then refreshed.
Alexander leaned closer.
His breath stalled.
Numbers filled the screen—long rows of digits separated by commas that seemed to stretch endlessly. He blinked and ran the verification again.
Rachel inhaled sharply behind him.
“This can’t be right,” Alexander muttered.
But it was.
The account wasn’t small.
It wasn’t moderate.
It was enormous—a private trust that had quietly grown for years, untouched.
And it belonged to Chloe Bennett.
Chloe shifted nervously. “Is it bad?”
Alexander looked at her properly now—the trembling fingers, the careful politeness of a child who expected rejection.
“No,” he said slowly. “It’s… very good.”
He closed the office door.
“Do you know who William Hargrove was?” he asked.
Chloe frowned. “No.”