“Activate clause one,” she said evenly into the phone.

“Suspend the capital credit line for Crestview Construction immediately, notify the national bank to call all corporate guarantees, and send the legal team to reclaim this residence under the terms of my father’s trust.”

Edwin’s smirk vanished. “What are you babbling about?” he demanded.

Camila lifted a heavy bronze statue from the side table and brought it down on the door handle, again and again, until the lock shattered.

Before she stepped out into the rain, she turned back to face him.

“Your company, your cars, this mansion, even the chair you’re sitting in — all of it exists because of my family’s money,” she said.