I looked at Dorian, who was now sober and wearing a mask of cold fury. “Your son stole my family ring and tried to embezzle twenty-eight thousand dollars from my company,” I told her.
Lydia didn’t even flinch. “You have no proof of any criminal intent, Skylar.”
Dorian took a step toward me, his ego finally overriding his common sense. “You owe me that money for all the time I invested in this pathetic relationship!”
I stared him down until he blinked. “Invested? You mean the rent you skipped? Or the groceries I paid for? Or the money you tried to steal while I was in the next room?”
His face went pale as he realized Lydia couldn’t protect him from the paper trail I now held in my hands.
Three days later, the financial crimes unit discovered that Summit Peak Holdings wasn’t even Dorian’s company. The legal owner was actually Lydia.
She hadn’t just been defending her son; she was the one who had set up the shell company to receive the stolen funds. It turned out that Dorian had a history of this, moving from city to city and leaving a trail of broken hearts and empty bank accounts.