My Husband Gave My Airplane Seat to His Secretary, Then Thirteen Original Patent Files Stopped Him Cold

The diner around us seemed to go totally silent.

“He did not build anything,” I said.

“No,” Clara said.

“He stole it.

And then he licensed it back to his own company using your money.”

I looked at Daniel.

He was nodding slowly.

“The patents in your briefcase,” Daniel said.