Chapter 7
Harrison BioTech was the multi-billion-dollar pharmaceutical research firm my father had founded thirty years ago.
Upon my thirty-fifth birthday, ninety percent of the voting shares and liquid trusts were set to transfer to me.
Since I had turned thirty-five three months ago, Grant believed my death handed him control of forty million dollars.
David Brenner picked up the certified death certificate, examining the official state seal with extreme care.
“Dr. Harrison signed this?” David asked softly.
“Yes,” Grant replied quickly. “He was the attending physician on the oncology ward.”
“Fascinating,” David remarked, setting the paper down onto his desk blotter.
“Because Dr. Harrison was arrested two hours ago by federal agents at Philadelphia International Airport.”
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Grant’s smile froze instantly, the color draining from his sharp jawline.
“Arrested?” Grant stammered. “On what charges?”
