Michael swore under his breath.
“How?”
“I don’t know!”
“Did he sign anything?”
“No.”
“Did you get him to transfer any money?”
“No!”
Michael began pacing.
“Listen to me carefully. Do not tell him anything else. Don’t send messages. Don’t make calls about the business. Let me handle this.”
Claire felt a fresh wave of panic.
“You told me this was going to work.”
“It would have worked if you’d followed the plan.”
“You said he’d be easy to manipulate!”
“Keep your voice down!”
Claire flinched at the sound of his anger.
For years, she had obeyed her father because she believed he was trying to protect her.
Now she wondered whether he had ever considered her interests at all.
“What exactly do you want me to do?” she asked.
“Nothing. I’ll come to the house.”
The call ended.
An hour later, Michael arrived at Arthur’s mansion.
