“I signed dozens of legal receipts without reading the outer labels.”

“The date stamp is June eighteenth,” Sloane said.

“That was the same week you told my father you had no prior family obligations of any kind.”

“Sloane, listen to me for one second,” Grant said.

“How long have you known that boy had your face?” Sloane asked.

Grant didn’t answer her.

He pulled a white linen handkerchief from his breast pocket and held it against his palm.

“I built Holloway Holdings from scratch,” Grant said, his voice rising slightly before he caught himself.