“You shouldn’t have come, Grant. Now we’re all in danger.” Just then, a black car pulled up behind us, and my daughter screamed…

my wealth.”

“My Mama possesses absolute honor!” Sofia practically shouted.

“I know that as a fundamental truth,” I agreed. “But the legal syndicate demands empirical data. We must undergo a genetic sequence—a DNA diagnostic. It involves a simple, painless cheek swab. The resulting documentation will prove, via undeniable mathematics, that my blood flows continue reading …