They were protected.
Ronald took one step closer.
One of the security officers moved between us immediately.
His voice dropped. “Lexi, you lied to me.”
“No,” I said. “You never listened.”
“That’s marital property.”
Victor’s eyes sharpened.
“It is not,” he said. “Ms. Carter’s interest in Harrison Global Holdings was placed in a protected family trust by her late grandfather before the marriage. Its existence, restrictions, and ownership structure were properly disclosed under seal during divorce proceedings.”
Ronald turned on Victor. “I never saw that.”
“You refused to attend two financial disclosure conferences,” Victor said. “Your counsel acknowledged receipt.”
Ronald’s face flickered.
There it was.
The memory.
The arrogance.
He had told his lawyer to “handle the boring paperwork” because he was too busy flying to Aspen with a woman named Sienna who posted champagne sunsets on Instagram while pretending her camera never caught his reflection.
