CHAPTER 6
When I returned to the Coral Gables estate at eleven-thirty, the driveway was jammed with three luxury sedans belonging to Harold’s senior legal counsel and chief financial officer.
Shouting echoed through the open front doors as I stepped into the foyer, holding my leather handbag close to my side.
Harold was pacing near the grand staircase, sweat soaking the collar of his dress shirt as he yelled at his lead attorney, a slick man named Miller.
"I don't care what the federal court says!" Harold roared, slamming his fist onto the banister. "She's my wife! Under Florida law, marital assets are joint property!"
"Not assets derived from pre-marital fraud and stolen trusts, Mr. Prescott," Miller replied grimly, adjusting his glasses while looking at a glowing tablet screen. "The court order was signed thirty minutes ago by a federal magistrate. Every account is frozen. The credit cards are declined. The payroll for your firm is locked."
Harold spun around, catching sight of me standing calmly near the front entrance, my trench coat still buttoned, my expression totally unreadable.
"Anastasia!" he bellowed, rushing toward me with his face contorted in frantic desperation. "Tell these lawyers this is a mistake! Tell them we can handle this privately!"
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I stood my ground, watching the powerful businessman who had humiliated me for decades break down into a panicked, sweating wreck.
"It wasn't a joke last night, was it, Harold?" I asked softly, my voice carrying clearly through the massive, echoing foyer. "You were trying to diminish me because deep down, you always knew I was the one holding the keys to the kingdom."
