“Sign the papers and leave, beggar,” they mocked her during the divorce — until three black luxury cars pulled up outside.

Edward continued.

“So I watched.”

Another folder slid across the table.

“This contains records of your son’s gambling debts.”

Ryan froze.

Arthur turned slowly toward him.

“Ryan…”

Ryan stammered.

“I… I was handling it—”

Edward cut him off.

“Five million dollars in private betting clubs.”

Camille gasped.

Edward added,

“Covered repeatedly by Castellano corporate accounts.”

Arthur’s face turned red with rage.

“You stupid boy.”

Ryan looked desperate.

“Dad, it was under control—”

Edward spoke again.

“And then there’s the shell companies.”

Another document.

Arthur’s eyes widened as he read the name.

“Castellano Development Holdings… registered in Delaware.”

Edward nodded.

“A convenient place for moving money.”

Arthur looked up slowly.

“You’ve been spying on us.”

Edward’s voice was calm.

“No.”

A pause.

“You invited me in.”

Arthur blinked.

“What?”

Edward pointed to the business card still sitting on the table.

“For two years,” he said, “your company accepted silent capital investments.”

Ryan looked confused.

Arthur looked terrified.

Edward finished the sentence.

“From my firm.”

The realization hit Arthur like a truck.

“You…”