Richard rested the briefcase on the study desk behind him.

“The movers need to stop.

Nothing is leaving this property today.”

“They work for us,” Arthur said.

“They do,” Richard agreed.

“And they have been given incorrect information about who can authorize removal of these furnishings.”

One of the deputies approached the two men carrying Grandpa’s old armchair toward the entrance.

“Gentlemen, please set that down while ownership is sorted out.”

The movers exchanged looks and carefully returned the chair to the rug.

From the stairs, Chloe sighed.

“Are we seriously doing this?

I already told them which bedroom is mine.”

Richard looked at her without hostility.

“Then you should tell them not to bring anything into that bedroom.”