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I lifted my gaze, meeting their confused expressions.

“You wanted me to know my place?” I said softly. “Alright.”

Before I could say another word, a loud siren tore across the water.

Everyone turned.

A police boat sped toward us, lights flashing. Behind it, a black security vessel pulled up alongside the yacht. Within seconds, officers and men in suits boarded with precision.

“What is this?!” his father shouted.

A tall man stepped forward, holding a leather folder and a megaphone.

He didn’t look at them.

He looked at me.

“Ms. Carter,” he said clearly, his voice carrying across the deck. “The foreclosure documents are ready for your signature.”

Silence.

His mother let out a sharp laugh. “Her? She works at a coffee shop!”

The man turned, expression unreadable. “She is the majority owner of Crestline Bank—the institution that holds your yacht loan, your estate, and your corporate liabilities.”

I stepped forward, steady now.

“And as of this morning,” I added, “I also own the firm that acquired that bank.”

Ethan stared at me, stunned. “Wait… you own all of it?”

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