Chapter 4

Over the next few days, Coleman's team worked with terrifying efficiency. By the third day, they had delivered a complete forensic report and the entire chain of evidence.

Every bank transfer, every shell company's registered owner—everything was laid bare.

Meanwhile, Mandy used this evidence to file for an emergency asset freeze.

The court froze all of Robert's bank accounts, equity, and real estate.

Over in Miami, Robert must have realized his credit cards were getting declined and his accounts were locked.

I could easily picture him throwing a tantrum.

Sure enough, on the fifth day, he finally called me using Juliet's phone.

"Angela! Have you lost your mind? What the hell did you do to me?"

The moment I answered, he started screaming.

I pulled the phone away from my ear, keeping my voice cold and flat.

"Aren't you supposed to be at a retreat with your mom? How do you have time to call me?"

"Cut the crap! Why are my cards frozen? Did you touch our money?"

"Our money?" I let out a soft laugh.

"Robert, why don't you calculate how much of 'our' money you channeled to your fake investors?"

"How much of 'our' money did you spend on Juliet's bags, her car, and that yacht party?"

The line went dead silent.

After a long pause, he asked in sheer disbelief,

"...How do you know about that?"

"I don't just know about that. I know she's pregnant with your child," I said, chillingly clear.

"Robert, I'm giving you one week to drag yourself back from Miami and sign the divorce papers."

"You walk away empty-handed, and I'll pretend none of this happened."

"Otherwise, get ready for a court summons and an arrest warrant."

With that, I hung up.

I knew he would come back.

Because Juliet's father, Scott—the business partner who treated Robert like a son-in-law—was also on the CC list of the forensic audit report.

Right now, Robert was facing a triple threat: his love life, his career, and the law.

And this was just the warm-up.