Diane swayed.
Evan stepped forward and snatched the folder from his father’s hands.
He scanned the first page.
Then the second.
The color left his face in stages.
“This is impossible,” he said.
“No,” Julian replied.
“It was inevitable.”
What Evan held was only a fraction.
Nora had helped assemble the marital evidence.
Julian’s legal team had done the rest once I quietly delivered what I found.
The offshore accounts.
The sham entities.
The diverted philanthropic funds.
The old partnership agreements altered after the fact.
The estate transfers hidden through trusts designed to collapse only after Richard’s death.
