Chapter 4 - The Greenwich Investigation
Two hours later, a heavy black town car pulled into the gated driveway of the Thorne estate in Greenwich, Connecticut.
Khloe refused Marcus’s offer to help her out of the vehicle, stepping onto the wet cobblestones under her own power.
“Khloe, be reasonable,” Marcus said, following her up the front steps as the heavy oak doors opened.
“Isabella is a senator’s daughter. If we press criminal charges, her father will launch a federal audit into Thorne Capital.”
Khloe walked directly past the grand staircase, heading straight for the home office located behind the formal library.
“You think I care about your federal audit, Marcus?” Khloe asked, turning around in the center of the dimly lit room.
“You stood in that hospital room while your mistress kicked your pregnant wife, and your only thought was your stock price.”
“She isn't just my mistress, Khloe!” Marcus snapped, his control slipping for the briefest fraction of a second.
“She holds thirty percent of the offshore shell companies that hold the deeds to this very house!”
Khloe felt a cold chill run down her spine, but she didn't flinch. She walked behind the massive mahogany desk.
She unlocked the bottom drawer using a biometric thumbprint scanner, pulling out a thick, leather-bound portfolio.
“You mean these shell companies?” Khloe asked, tossing the portfolio onto the desk between them.
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“The ones registered in the Cayman Islands under your father-in-law’s corporate trust?”
Marcus’s jaw dropped as his eyes landed on the legal documents she had spent six months quietly collecting.
