His Regret: I'm with his uncle now

lding cell. She was still in shock

dering, it was way above Trent's thinking ca

o escort her to an interrogation room. Cassie stood up, with her wrist

already seated in one of the chairs. "Please, sit down, M

on the detective. They weren't divorced yet so Silverwood wa

to you as Murphy till I verify that information." He sized her for a moment, "You can

ted unsure of

just told me what happened. I tried to get here as fast as I could" Rac

nd aren't you a divorce at

in criminal law. I'll be your stand-in till

"How about Co

e to her apartment after

a would always have

begin." The detect

assie seemed to recognize. They were the

months prior so she secretly performed an

the things she wanted to inform Trent about.

ocument as evidence, Cassie r

ssie said, frowning. "And this t

m afraid the evidence sa

like to see the origin

r the papers. Rachel scanned them quickly.

have a problem," R

ant to avoid a very public and embarrassing preliminary hearing, you

widened. "That

like. But if you don't cooperate, things

r this. We'll take our chan

Let's do it

oment, they just stared at each other. Then, like a puz

d been

d manipulated the audit, fabricated evidence, a

nto Cassie's thoughts.

were not going to court, ask them how much they need fro

er voice shaking. Cassie's eyes widened i

nty million dollars. If you pay that amount, we'll c

ars was everything she had. Her entire life savings. She had worked

his in court, not with Trent's resources arrayed against her

y it," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She

aying on his lips. "Very well, Ms. Mur

stody within the hour, the

erything she had, and she knew

d the system to punish her, but why?

: her reputation, her f

by pushing her out. Did they want control

to deserve this treatment. Had she been too successful? T

been declined." The barista's voi

er her usual coffee and pastry. When it was her turn, she handed o

cally searched her purse for another card. But before

low

Ford shoes to his Charvet shirt and bespoke suit. She recognized the des

, and she shook her head. "N

y not used to being refused. "Are

eeling a twinge of embarrassment.

d to the barista, embar

t yourself. But please make it

. Had Trent done something to her

fused to give up. "It's fine," she said, digging thr

r card. This was her

remark. "I guess rich people always

comfortable, but Cass

e barista looked apologetic. "I'm sor

ack the second declined card, C

Why weren't any o

like this? She didn't know, a

ffee and go his way now?" He asked

g. "Yes, please." Cassie reluctantly accepted his offer to pay

ed expression. "Thank you," she said, trying to sound gracious.

k it, intending to look at the name and contact information, but befor

es widened as she read the headline: "Silverwood Enterprise

she'd been punched in the gut. Trent wa

ing on? Why was Trent marrying her sis