“Ms. Winters… you inherited over forty-seven properties, including the entire Winters commercial block.”

Emma nodded calmly. “And the residential estate at 12 Brookshire Lane?”

The senior attorney adjusted his glasses.

“Also yours. They’re living in a house they do not legally own.”

Emma’s voice remained soft. “I want the eviction filed today.”

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BACK AT THE WINTERS ESTATE

At 3:00 PM sharp, two black SUVs pulled into the driveway.

Jason, mid-sip of whiskey, frowned. “Who the hell is that?”

His mother stormed to the door and yanked it open.

Two attorneys and a court officer stood waiting.

“Good afternoon. We’re here on behalf of the property owner, Ms. Emma Winters.”

Jason laughed. “She doesn’t own—”

The officer handed him the documents.

His laugh died instantly.

“This… this must be a mistake.”

His mother snatched the papers. When she saw Emma’s name on all of them, her face turned the color of bone.

“Impossible,” she whispered. “She’s poor.”

The attorney’s tone was politely lethal.

“Ma’am, she owns your home, the land beneath it, and the mortgage debt accumulated over the last nine months—which you have failed to pay.”

Jason’s hands trembled. “She never told me…”