Samantha turned her chair to face her father.

Her charming sweetness vanished completely from her face.

“You told me George was just a retired investment manager,” Samantha said.

“You said Brandon would inherit a few million dollars when they died.”

Brandon looked up from his empty glass.

He stopped tapping his foot against the metal table leg.

“Inherit?” Brandon asked.

He stared at Samantha with his mouth slightly open.