Her smile disappeared.
My attorney walked inside with two compliance officers and a forensic investigator from Marlowe Capital.
He glanced at the documents scattered across the floor.
“Mrs. Marlowe,” he said calmly, “we found the data breach.”
Then he looked directly at Veronica.
“And it leads to Vale Hospitality’s finance office.”
Adrian closed his eyes.
His mother didn’t.
“This is a family misunderstanding!” Veronica shouted. “You cannot bring investigators into my son’s house!”
“My house,” I corrected.
She froze.
I had purchased the property through a trust six months before our engagement. Adrian knew I owned real estate. He simply hadn’t known this house belonged to me.
My father had taught me one rule about money: never confuse love with surrendering the roof above your head or the signature beside your name.
My attorney placed three documents on the counter.
The first showed that a Vale Hospitality finance employee had illegally accessed a private due-diligence file connected to me.
