The Maid’s Daughter Who Stopped a $250 Million Lie Before the Pen Fell

” I whispered.

But she kept looking at Mr. Whitcomb.

She pointed at the old document.

“That paper is lying.”

Victor let out a sharp laugh.

It sounded forced.

“Good heavens, Nat. Is this some kind of joke?”

Mr. Whitcomb did not answer him.

His eyes stayed on Ava.

“What did you say?” he asked.

“I said it is fake,” she answered. “Not old fake. New fake. Somebody continue reading …