funnel the cash into Harper’s hidden credit card debts and a secret condo in Aspen. They spoke of the Sterling Family Trust, an ironclad legal structure designed to unlock the bulk of my fortune only upon the birth of a biological grandchild.
On the screen, Harper rested a manicured hand on her flat stomach and smirked. “Preston actually thinks the baby is his. He doesn’t even know how to do the math.”
“Just make sure he never finds out,” Eleanor warned, taking a delicate sip of champagne. “And whatever you do, don’t let Richard demand a DNA test when the child is born. He’s sentimental, but he’s not blind.”
The room lost its oxygen. I couldn’t breathe.
“When is he going to… retire permanently?” Harper asked, rolling her eyes. “I can’t play the doting daughter forever.”
Eleanor set her glass down. Her face was completely devoid of emotion. “Soon. I