He Opened My Family Vault for His Mistress…

him.

Her eyes were bright, angry, frightened.

“Miles,” she whispered, “what audit?”

He ignored her.

I did not.

“Sloane,” I said, “you should ask him about the consulting invoices.”

She blinked.

“What?”

Miles turned on me. “Shut up.”

The room heard that.

Not everyone.

Enough.

Daniel stepped between us.

“Miles,” he said quietly, “walk away.”

Miles laughed.

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