I knew every ghost in his machines.
Marcus placed another thick folder on the table. “We also have definitive proof that Mr. Vance transferred marital assets into shell companies owned exclusively by Ms. Nora Reid.”
Nora stood up defensively. “I didn’t know!”
I looked directly at her. “You signed twelve separate transfers.”
Her lips parted, but no sound came out.
“And you used my forged signature on four.”
The judge’s expression hardened into granite. Julian leaned close to his lawyer, whispering desperately. But Marcus was not finished.
“One more matter,” Marcus said, his voice echoing in the silent room. “Mrs. Vance did not come here merely as a spouse seeking a divorce. She came as the majority silent shareholder.”
Julian’s head snapped up.
I reached into my bag and took out the original incorporation document my father had left me before he died. Julian had mocked that “useless old inheritance” for years.
