Chapter 3 - The Cold Truth of Trustee Power
“Second, revoke Flynn’s individual signatory rights over the family trust architecture that I personally drafted three years ago.”
A sharp intake of breath echoed through the phone speaker from Phoebe’s end.
“Mabel... you’re talking about locking him out of the entire 1.5 billion dollar capital reserve.”
“He chose his mistress and his fifteen-month-old secret son over my daughter while I was ten centimeters dilated, Phoebe.”
“Say no more. His corporate credit cards will be rejected before he even reaches the hotel lobby with Selina,” Phoebe promised fiercely.
“Third, prepare emergency family court filings for full legal custody, spousal abandonment, and immediate asset sequestration.”
“I’ll have our top litigators stationed outside the courthouse by 8:00 AM sharp,” Phoebe confirmed, her voice ringing with grim satisfaction.
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“Let him play the arrogant patriarch for one more night, because tomorrow morning his entire empire is going up in flames.”
I hung up the phone, sliding it back onto the bedside table as a cold, victorious smile touched my lips.
