Theo James drew a slow breath and swept his hand toward the room full of guests.

"Do you people have any idea who's in this room? Whatever your business is, couldn't you pick a more appropriate time for it?"

"And besides, there was never any daughter between Meryl Finch and me. If you're so broke you can't make rent, sit down and have a meal. I'll welcome you with open arms."

The moment he finished, the crowd around him broke into applause, praising what a big man Mr. James was.

Theo pressed both hands down, waiting for the noise to settle before he spoke again.

"Yes, Meryl Finch borrowed money from me back then. You must have caught wind of this little rumor through some other channel. Hand over the originals, and I'll keep them as a keepsake. A small memento of an old friend."

"This matter ends right here. Understood?"

I had to give it to him. Theo James handled the turn with practiced grace.

But I'd come fully prepared too.

"Mr. James, you might want to take a look at this video. After you've seen it, I think you'll remember a few things."

I pulled out my phone and turned the volume up as high as it would go.

In the video, the attending physician spoke calmly.

"Old classmate. Do you still recognize me? Nathaniel Whitney."

"It's not that I didn't want to keep your secret. I just couldn't stand by and watch this mother and daughter suffer. What you did went too far."

"I'll stake my entire medical career on it. This young woman is your daughter, Theo James."

When the video ended, Bryan produced a document right on cue.

"From the prenatal checkup at the hospital back then. Theo James signed it himself."

A wave of shock rippled through the room. Letitia Mason and Adam James started ushering the guests toward the door.

But some of the heavy hitters stayed. A good number of them were shareholders of the James Group.

His expression unreadable, Theo invited us to sit. "With Nathaniel Whitney's word, fine, you can count as my daughter. So tell me, where is Meryl Finch? Why didn't she come?"

"You're wrong about that."

I shook my head. "Legally and medically, yes, I'm your daughter. But in my heart, I'm not."

"I came here today for one thing only. To take back what belongs to my mother."

Theo raised a hand and beckoned Letitia over, a thread of suspicion in his voice.

"Didn't you tell me all that money was paid back to Meryl years ago? What exactly is going on here?"

Letitia nodded, the picture of confidence.

"Every cent was returned. If this really is Meryl Finch's daughter, then she's come here looking to start trouble, plain and simple."

"But it doesn't matter. If it's money you want, name your figure. I'll even cover the full amount Meryl loaned to James Technologies back then."

"I do have one condition, though. We'll hand this money over freely, as compensation. And from this day forward, I don't want any of you disturbing our family's life again."

I watched the shareholders' faces ease slightly, and threw the mockery right back.

"Ma'am, you say it was paid back. Show us the proof."

"As for this compensation of yours, I don't want it. I want only the share my mother is owed."

"There's something else I'd like everyone here to know. Theo James and my mother were legally married. And they never divorced."

"Which means, in the eyes of the law, this woman here is the one who came between them. The mistress, in plain English."

Theo James let out a long sigh. Letitia opened her mouth to say something, but a single glare from him forced the words back down.

The hall stayed silent for a long while before Theo spoke again, his voice heavy.

"Say it. How much money do you actually want?"

I looked to Bryan. He understood, nodded, and rose to his feet.

"Mr. James, on behalf of my client, I'm here to inform you that according to the agreement you made with Ms. Finch back then, eighteen percent of the James Group's shares belong to her."

"After all your funding rounds, the final figure comes to eighteen percent."

"Out of the question. Name another term."

Theo cut Bryan off, his eyes burning like he wanted to swallow us both whole. "Do you have any idea what eighteen percent means? That kind of money would bury you."

"And do you have any idea how my mother felt when she put a million and a half on you?"

I fired the words back without missing a beat. "If I take this to court, do you really think eighteen percent would be the end of it?"

"Back then you—"

"Smack!"

I never got to finish. Adam's hand cracked across my face, and he jabbed a vicious finger at me, spitting venom.

"You want me to make sure you don't live to see tomorrow?"

"Heh." Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth as I stared him down, cold. "Just like my mother, abandoned in some little mountain village. On the very day she went into labor. Isn't that right?"

"Stop spewing lies! Theo, get him out of here!"

Letitia was shrieking now, frantic. "I was the one who saw Meryl off when she left. Where does a mountain village come into it? This is extortion. Yes, extortion, plain and simple. I'm calling the police!"

"Go ahead! Call them, then!"

I watched her thumb press against the phone, unable to dial those three numbers no matter how she tried. "Need a hand? Or do you not know the emergency number?"

That was when several shareholders came over. The white-haired elder at the front clapped Theo on the shoulder. "Theo, you need to handle this carefully. Don't air the family's dirty laundry in public."

With that, the white-haired man led the others away.

Adam was on the phone summoning people. Letitia sat beside Theo, the picture of fragile innocence. "You have to believe me. That money really was returned to Meryl. I even set her up in a small city and bought her an apartment."

"Then explain to me what they're doing here."

Theo wasn't asking Letitia. He finished the question and turned to me, brows knitted.

"Meryl always left a good impression on me. We did spend some time together, and yes, I borrowed a sum from her when I was starting out. But none of that gives you the right to wreck my twentieth anniversary gala today."

"You should understand how important this celebration is to the James Group. The stunt you've pulled is going to evaporate at least a billion in value. Can you shoulder that?"

"Theo, you're right!" Letitia found her nerve again. "Throw them behind bars. Teach them a real lesson!"

"Dad, let me handle this one." Adam was itching for it. "Daring to smear my mother as a mistress, you deserve to die for that!"

"Mr. James, is that how you see it too?" I paid the two of them no mind.

Theo's expression shifted through several shades before he finally made his decision.

"Give them some money and get them out of here."

Adam wasn't happy about it, but he dug a checkbook out of his pocket, scrawled a few numbers, and tossed it at my feet.

"There's a million there. Take it and get lost!"

I picked up the check and handed it to Bryan beside me. "Consider it your legal fee."

Bryan took it with a grin, then lifted his phone and pulled up a screen. "My apologies, Mr. James. There's one thing I forgot to mention earlier. We've been livestreaming since the moment we walked in, and the view count has already passed ten million."

"And one more thing. If you really are married to Ms. Mason, then in legal terms, you've committed bigamy."