Roman shifted slightly, but Harper touched his arm beneath the table. She did not need protection from this. “You introduced me to wealthy people,” Harper said.

“You invited me to parties. You put your last name beside mine on wedding stationery. None of that made me a lawyer. None of it built my career. And none of it gave you ownership of me.”

Connor looked toward his attorneys. “Do something.”

The senior attorney closed the folder. “We need separate criminal counsel.”

“I pay you to represent me.”

“You paid our firm to handle corporate matters. These documents suggest federal crimes.”