He hadn’t expected me to be waiting.
He definitely hadn’t expected me to be dressed like I was about to close a multi-million-dollar deal.
And he absolutely hadn’t expected David Chen.
He didn’t know David.
But he knew David looked expensive.
“Hannah,”
Andrew called out, forcing the bluster back into place.
“Who’s your friend?”
“This is my attorney, Andrew,”
I said, my voice carrying clearly in the morning air.
Margaret hurried over, her face a mask of indignation.
“A lawyer? Hannah, you’re making this so difficult. We’re your family.”
“Which is why I thought I’d need legal representation,”
I said coolly.
Andrew scoffed, turning to the movers who stood awkwardly by their truck.
“Don’t mind them. She’s just being difficult. Like I told you, we have the paperwork.”
He marched up the porch steps, trying to push past me.
David Chen stepped forward and blocked him.
David was half a foot shorter than Andrew.
But he had the presence of a mountain.
“I would not do that if I were you, Mr. Gable.”
“And who are you?”
Andrew sneered.
“I am David Chen. I am Ms. Gable’s legal counsel,”
David said, his voice quiet but laced with steel.
“And you are trespassing.”
“Trespassing?”
Margaret shrieked.
“This is our family home.”
“No, Margaret,”
I said, stepping forward.
“It’s my home. And this is the last time I’m going to say this politely.”
“You, your son, and these gentlemen,”
I nodded to the movers,
“need to leave—now.”
“We’re not going anywhere,”
Andrew shouted, his face turning red.
“We have the papers. We have the court order. You’re out, Hannah. You lost.”
He pulled a crumpled sheath of papers from his suit pocket.
The same fraudulent documents from Mr. Peters.
This was it.
The moment of irrefutable proof.
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