I followed my struggling housekeeper to leave her cash anonymously, only to catch my family’s estate attorney standing outside her apartment door.

By the time I reached Marissa’s neighborhood, the morning sky was a dirty, rain-streaked gray.

The dark sedan was parked directly in front of her apartment entrance. As I pulled my vehicle onto the curb, blocking the sedan’s bumper, the driver’s side door opened.

A tall, broad-shouldered man in a leather jacket stepped out. It was Frank Miller—a former private investigator turned head of corporate security for Whitmore Group. Miller was the man my uncle used when legal threats weren't enough.

I stepped out of my car, slamming the door behind me.

"Miller," I barked, walking straight toward him. "What are you doing here?"

Miller put his hands in his coat pockets, giving me a lazy, professional nod. "Morning, Mr. Whitmore. Mr. Richard asked me to conduct a routine check on company assets in the area."

"She isn't a company asset, Miller," I said, stopping two feet from his chest. "She’s a private citizen, and you’re trespassing on private residential property."

"Technically, sir," Miller said smoothly, pulling a folded document from his pocket, "the deed to this apartment building was purchased three weeks ago by Aegis Holdings. Mrs. Keane is a tenant in a property owned by your family's subsidiary."

My jaw clenched so hard my teeth burned. Richard had bought the entire building just to ensure he could evict her the moment she stepped out of line.

"She’s moving out today," I said through gritted teeth.

"Is she?" Miller asked, tilting his head. "Because according to her lease agreement with Aegis Holdings, early termination of tenancy without ninety days' notice results in an immediate freeze of all associated trust disbursements."

"I don't give a damn about the trust disbursements," I snarled. "Tell Richard that if you or any of your men come within a hundred yards of Marissa or her son again, I will have the Boston Police Department drag you off this street in handcuffs."

Miller looked at me for a long moment, assessing whether I was making an idle threat. He saw the cold, unyielding rage in my eyes, nodded slowly, and stepped back into his sedan.