Chapter 104

• The sleek black Bentley idled curbside outside Ryan Brown's law firm, tinted windows shielding the elite duo within. High-rises loomed downtown, but Karla Carter's focus drilled on the glass doors ahead. She turned to Anastasia in the passenger seat, manicured nails tapping her Chanel bag. "Anna, what exactly do you need from his office?"
• Anastasia's lips curved slyly, eyes gleaming malice—blonde waves perfect, designer dress hugging spite. "Mom, there's a contract between Howard and Charlotte. I'm sure that gold-digger demanded a fortune—alimony clauses, property grabs. If we snag a copy, we expose her. Show Grandpa Wendell her true colors: a low-class climber latching on."
• Karla's teeth gritted audibly, bile rising—two days, and she's already wormed in? Slapping her way to being a Carter heiress? Anastasia's poison dripped sweet, fanning flames of loathing built on status snubs. Perfect opening—eviscerate the outsider, boot her before roots dig.