I looked toward the house.
Police lights still flashed beyond the gates.
“His lawful descendant,” I said.
Adrian nodded.
“You.”
The fraud had been proven.
Daniel’s remains had been found.
My identity could be established through DNA.
By attempting to steal my home and murder me, the Mercer family had triggered a clause that transferred their entire company into my hands.
Not Julian’s failed version of it.
The original corporation.
Its patents.
Its land.
Its remaining international holdings.
Everything.
But before I could absorb it, my phone rang.
Marian’s name appeared on the screen.
I answered.
Her voice was tense.
“Vivian, Julian has escaped custody.”
A crash sounded inside the house.
Then the lights went out.
In the darkness, Julian’s voice came from behind me.
“None of you are leaving with my company.”
