“Preliminary investment activity.”
“Yes.”
“By entities under your control?”
“Indirectly.”
“Adjacent to Mrs. Vale’s separate property?”
“I believe possibly, yes.”
I stared at the table.
Not because I was afraid.
Because I wanted to remember that sentence exactly.
Possibly, yes.
The billionaire version of caught.
Savannah leaned toward him.
“What is he talking about?”
Marcus ignored her.
That was the third mini-payoff.
Not just that she didn’t know.
That everyone saw she didn’t know.
Savannah Cross had thought she was walking into court as the future Mrs. Vale.
Instead, she was discovering in real time that Marcus lied sideways, even to his favorite weapon.
Judge Whitmore removed his glasses.
“Mr. Ashford, I am struggling to understand why this court should consider relocating Mrs. Vale to a property that appears connected to your client’s undisclosed financial interests.”
Bennett cleared his throat.
“Your Honor, the relocation request can be withdrawn.”
