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“She told us not to. I wasn’t even supposed to say anything now. Please don’t mention it to her…”
Sebastian ignored him.
He kept eating, chewing mechanically.
His mood didn’t improve when he reached the office.
He hadn’t even taken off his coat when Dominic walked in.
“Sir, Franklin Vance is waiting in the conference room-“
“Let him wait.”
He didn’t care if Vance stood there all day.
He pulled out his phone and opened Eleanor’s chat.
His thumbs hovered, tapped out half a sentence, then deleted it.
None of it sounded right.
Too late, too stiff, too rehearsed.
Whatever he sent now would reek of guilt.
He shoved the phone back into his pocket.
But the image stuck-her hand, bandaged. The food, dumped without a second thought.
By eleven, the pressure in his head had built to the snapping point.
He stood up abruptly and left his office.
He didn’t knock.
The door to the conference room slammed behind him.
He dropped into the chair at the head of the table Franklin stood fast.
“Mr. Laurent…”
He stayed standing, rubbing his palms together, sweat building under his collar.
“Mr. Laurent, I’ve brought the will.”
That earned him a glance.
Sebastian’s eyes were flat and cold.
Franklin swallowed.
“Eleanor’s my daughter. Only daughter. What I earned should go to her. But I’ve worked in the company for years, I’ve-
Sebastian rapped the table.
“Get to the point.”
“Yes, yes, of course…” Franklin fumbled with his briefcase and pulled out a stack of printed papers.
“Here. This is the will. Most of the estate goes to Eleanor. I just thought… maybe Preston could have a small portion. He’s contributed to the company, and his father’s never done a thing for him…”
He held the pages out with both hands, arms extended like he was making an offering.
Sebastian took them without a word, eyes flicking over the lines.
He curled his lip.
Franklin tensed.
“Is… is something wrong, Mr. Laurent?”
Sebastian dropped the will onto the table.
“You really thought you could forge this and get away with it?”
Franklin flinched.
His shoulders jerked up.
“I didn’t forge anything. This is my latest will. Signed. Witnessed. Properly notarized. Everything’s clearly written in black and white.”
Sebastian stared at him.
“You bribed a lawyer who lost his license last year and paid for a set of seals off the internet. You think that counts as notarized?”
“I didn’t bribe anyone! It’s a legal document. You can verify it at the notary’s office! I-“
Franklin choked on his own words.
A rough cough cut him off.
His neck flushed red, and sweat clung to the edge of his hairline.
Sebastian said nothing.
His eyes moved slowly over Franklin, as if he was waiting for the performance to continue.
Franklin tried again, repeating the same defense, then again, rearranging the sentences.
Sebastian stopped listening.
“That’s enough,” he said flatly.
“Looks like you didn’t listen to a single word during our last conversation.”
Franklin blinked.
“Wh-what do you mean?”
“I mean I had someone watching you. And your wife. Your nephew. Your niece. That fake lawyer you dragged in whose license was pulled last year. The accountant moving your assets offshore. All of them.” He tapped his phone.
“Would you like the photos or the audio first?”
Franklin froze.
Then he started shaking.
His lips parted but nothing came out.
Sebastian’s mood lifted-slightly.
He gave it a few seconds, then continued.
“I know what your company’s worth. I know your personal assets. I know what your wife’s hiding and how much of your property is tucked under your friends” names. I know exactly how much should be listed in that will.”
Franklin wobbled.
His palms hit the table.
He sank into the chair, legs folding like paper.
“You founded Vance Omnia,” Sebastian said.
“But it stopped being yours the moment you started siphoning assets. You think prison’s not on the table?”
Franklin clenched his teeth until his jaw trembled.
“I didn’t touch anything-“
“You think I’m bluffing?” Sebastian said.
“Or just stupid?”
Franklin cracked.
“I’m her father! You can’t do this! I’ll fix the will, all right? I’ll rewrite the whole fucking thing!”
“Too late. I gave you a chance. You pissed on it.”
Sebastian made a call.
Franklin lurched forward, hands up.
“Please. Sebastian. She’s my daughter… I’ll fix the will. I’ll make a real one. Everything to her. Stocks. Trusts The property in Verbier. She can have all of it. Just-just don’t do this.”
“You already did this,” Sebastian said coldly.
“She’ll hate you. You think Eleanor won’t find out what you did? You get me arrested, she’ll never forgive you-“
“You’re wrong,” Sebastian said.
“She stopped needing your approval a long time ago.”
“You arrogant little shit. You think you’re protecting her? You’re not. You’re just another man deciding what she gets and what she doesn’t. You think she won’t see it?”
“She’ll see exactly what you are. That’s why I’m not worried.”
Franklin’s chest heaved.
“Just let me go. I’ll fix it, Sebastian. I’ll fix everything, I swear…”
His gaze darted to the door.
Then he ran.