Julian lowered his eyes immediately.
“My client controls the necessary capital,” my attorney explained smoothly. “However, before discussing financial terms, we must clarify ownership realities concerning Malcolm Ritter’s estate.”
Colette’s voice cracked with disbelief and rising panic.
“Where did you obtain such resources?” she demanded sharply.
I remained silent deliberately.
My attorney opened the folder calmly.
“Malcolm Ritter’s company sale concluded legally before his death,” he stated clearly. “Five hundred million dollars transferred entirely to his spouse under enforceable agreements.”
Silence followed, thick with collapsing assumptions.
Vivienne recalibrated instantly, shifting from outrage toward forced civility.
“Family must support family during difficult transitions,” she declared brightly.
I studied her expression calmly.
“You expelled me less than twenty four hours after Malcolm’s funeral,” I replied quietly.
No defense emerged.
No apology followed.