“Which gives us one advantage.”
Inside were bank transfers, forged documents, passport records, offshore accounts, and photographs recovered from Lucas’s phone.
And there was more.
Valery had recovered evidence from the yacht before authorities seized it.
Mr. Vance looked at me.
“Your inheritance is still protected.”
I slowly sat up.
“Then let’s make sure Lucas finds out I’m alive.”
Three days later, I walked into the ballroom.
Hundreds of journalists were there.
International cameras.
Business reporters.
Television crews.
Lucas stood at the podium.
“My beloved wife will always remain—”
He stopped.
The room went silent.
I walked through the doors.
Lucas stared at me.
His face turned completely white.
Gertrude dropped her champagne glass.
Roderick stepped backward.
Marcus whispered something.
I kept walking.
Then I stood directly in front of the podium.
“Did you miss me?”
Nobody moved.
Lucas couldn’t speak.
I looked at the cameras.
