I smiled into the phone, listening to the alliances already fracturing.
“Listen carefully,” I said. “I’m giving you one chance to walk away with something. Withdraw your fraudulent will. Sign the business and house back to me. In return, I’ll give you each a one-time payment of fifty thousand dollars. After that, we’re done.”
Brandon laughed, an ugly sound.
“You’re delusional. You have nothing. The will is legal.”
“The will is a forgery,” Vincent interjected, leaning toward the speakerphone on his desk. “As the lawyer who drafted Nicholas Canton’s actual will, I can testify to that.”
Silence stretched across the line.
“You have twenty-four hours,” I said. “After that, the offer expires, and I proceed with fraud charges.”
I hung up before they could respond.
Vincent leaned back in his chair.
“You realize they’ll probably refuse.”
“I’m counting on it,” I said. I stood, gathering my purse. “Now I need to visit the bank in person.”
