Part 3
I stepped out of the car, adjusted my overcoat, and opened the door for Elena. “Hold Leo tightly,” I told her gently. “Stay beside me.”
We entered the grand foyer just as laughter drifted from the dining room. Beatrice stood at the head of a long table surrounded by wealthy socialites, holding a crystal glass high in the air. The moment she saw me standing in the doorway beside Elena and Leo, the glass slipped from her hand and shattered across the marble floor. Every conversation in the room died instantly.
“Raymond!” Beatrice stammered, her face draining white as she hurried toward us. “You’re back early. What is… what is she doing here? I thought we handled this.”
“The only thing being handled today, Beatrice, is your removal from this house,” I replied calmly, my voice echoing through the foyer.
Behind me, my chief legal counsel, David Thorne, entered carrying a leather folio.
