My billionaire boyfriend’s mother walked into my Vermont farmhouse, placed a blank check on my kitchen table, and said, “Name your price. Then disappear before Adrian learns that child is his.”

“You did this to your own granddaughter.”

Celeste had no answer.

Outside, the helicopter’s engines started again.

Margaret gathered another set of documents.

“Miss Brooks, there’s something else you should understand.”

I looked at her.

“The board has ordered an independent examination of accounts connected with the foundation.”

“Why?”

She glanced toward Celeste.

“Investigators identified irregular transfers involving several charitable trusts.”

Adrian frowned.

“How much money?”

Margaret hesitated.

“Approximately forty-two million dollars.”

The room went completely silent.

Celeste spoke in a strained voice.

“That information is confidential.”

Margaret looked at