Chapter 67

• Karla sat rigidly on the plush couch, her hand clutched tightly around her chest as if trying to hold back the shock swirling inside her. Her other hand gripped her mobile phone with white-knuckled tension—the recent news about the company flooding her thoughts.
• She glanced over at Eliot, who stood nearby with a grave expression. The weight of the betrayal by someone so close to the family pressed down on them both.
• “How could that Jeremy do such a thing?” Karla’s voice trembled slightly, a mix of disbelief and anger. “We never should have trusted anyone so easily. And to think how much money that bastard stole—it’s unfathomable.”