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“The bank account?”
“He said there had been suspicious activity, so he moved the money temporarily.”
“Where?”
“I still don’t know.”
That seemed to bother him more than the locks.
I noticed because his eyes sharpened.
“You have an attorney?”
“Yes. A family lawyer in Dallas. Celeste Moran.”
“Good.”
“I can’t afford her for long.”
“Still. Don’t make any legal decisions without talking to her.”
I looked at him.
For a billionaire, it was an unexpectedly ordinary piece of advice.
He seemed to read that thought.
“I’m not offering to solve your divorce, Elena.”
Heat rose in my cheeks.
“I didn’t think you were.”