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The sound of tires screaming against wet pavement cut through the silence like a blade.

Brendan’s smile didn’t just fade—it fractured.

Cassidy didn’t move.

Water still traced slow paths down her cheekbones, dripping from her jaw onto the glass table in soft, rhythmic taps. Her breathing was steady. Too steady.

Outside, doors slammed.

Multiple.

Heavy.

Diane’s fingers tightened around her wine glass. Not enough to spill—but enough to betray her.

“What did you do?” she asked, her voice suddenly thinner, like expensive silk stretched too far.

Cassidy blinked once. Calm. Present.

“Nothing,” she said quietly.

Another beat.

Then—

The front door burst open.

Not violently. Not chaotic.

Controlled.

Three men in dark tailored suits entered with precise, almost surgical timing. Behind them, a woman in her 40s stepped forward, tablet in hand, eyes sharp and professional.

The air in the room shifted.

Authority had arrived.

“Good evening,” the woman said evenly. “I’m here on behalf of Halcyon Group Holdings.”

Brendan frowned. “I’ve never heard of—”

“You wouldn’t have,” she cut in smoothly. “Until five seconds ago.”

She tapped her tablet.

Brendan’s phone buzzed.

Then buzzed again.

And again.

Jessica’s smile vanished completely.

Diane slowly set her glass down.

The woman continued, her tone precise:

“As of 8:42 PM, all assets tied to the Brennan family trust have been frozen pending investigation. Your accounts, properties, and corporate holdings are currently under review for fraud, embezzlement, and breach of fiduciary duty.”

Silence.

Thick. Suffocating.

Brendan let out a short, disbelieving laugh.

“That’s ridiculous. You can’t just—”

“We already did.”

Cassidy finally stood.

Her soaked dress clung to her as she moved—not with weakness, but with quiet, undeniable control.

She looked at him—not with anger.

But with closure.

“I warned you,” she said softly.