Chapter 34

The sight of Noah Hayes hauling heavy grocery bags toward the courtyard stopped his family cold. To them, he was the heir to a legacy, a man whose hands were meant for high-stakes signatures and strategic oversight, not the plastic handles of supermarket bags. Dorothy Hayes tapped her cane on the pavement, her eyes sharp as she gathered the group into a tight huddle. "Stay alert and keep our identities hidden from Chloe," she whispered, her voice firm and carrying the weight of an undisputed...