grandfather’s trust.
Beatrice grabbed it first.
She flipped pages quickly.
Then more slowly.
Her expression changed.
“What is this?”
“My grandfather’s trust.”
“I know what it says.”
“Apparently you don’t.”
Her eyes moved down the page.
The house.
My company.
Certain investment assets.
All held separately.
I was the sole beneficiary.
Beatrice flipped another page.
Then another.
She was searching for something.
Her name.
Adrian’s.
Tiffany’s.
Anything suggesting they were entitled to a piece of it.
There was nothing.
“This can be challenged.”
Elena answered:
“You are welcome to obtain
