He signed with a fond, pitying little shake of his head, congratulating himself on managing me.

And I let him have the feeling, because the feeling was cheap and the signature was everything, and I had learned, at last, never to interrupt a man who is busy underestimating you.

Chapter 12 — The Hollow Shell

Over the next three weeks my legal and forensic teams went through every account, investment, and property we held.

I did not try to strip him of anything that was not lawfully mine, and I did not need to.

My family had been wealthy long before Spencer, and would be long after him.