Brandon came out of the study carrying a brass screwdriver and a silver lock cylinder.

“You don’t have a choice in this, Avery.”

“She doesn’t sleep under this roof another night,” Victoria said, keeping her eyes fixed on the front door frame.

“Get her canvas duffel bag out of the guest closet and put it on the gravel in the driveway.”

Chloe leaned against the dark wood paneling, her nails tapping on her phone screen.

“You really think you can just march back from overseas and take over our family’s assets?”