The blonde woman stepped backward.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Charlotte opened the folder again.

“There was another document inside.”

The older man found it.

His expression changed immediately.

“A transfer of ownership?”

Charlotte nodded.

“Filed three days after my father died.”

The blonde woman snapped,

“It was legal.”

“No.”

Charlotte looked at her.

“My signature was forged.”

The room went silent.

The older man studied the paperwork.

Then whispered,

“She’s right.”

The blonde woman’s confidence vanished.

Charlotte continued.

“I spent ten years being told my father sold this hotel before he died.”

She reached into her bag again.

This time she pulled out a cracked phone.

“And this morning, I finally got the original records.”

The blonde woman stared at the phone.

Charlotte noticed.

“You recognize it?”

“No.”

“You should.”

Charlotte pressed play.

A security recording appeared.

A car followed Charlotte’s vehicle on an empty road.

Then forced her into a barrier.

Guests began whispering.

The blonde woman shook her head.

“That could be anyone.”

Charlotte zoomed in.

The driver stepped out.

The older man gasped.

The blonde woman stopped breathing.

Charlotte looked at her.

“That’s your husband.”

The woman’s voice broke.

“You don’t understand.”

“Then explain why he tried to stop me from reaching this hotel.”

The blonde woman’s eyes filled.

“Because he thought you were coming for the money.”

Charlotte shook her head.

“No.”

She looked toward an elderly man standing near the ballroom doors.

“I came because my father isn’t dead.”

The room went completely still.

The blonde woman stared at her.

“What?”

Charlotte pointed toward the elderly man.

“And somebody here has spent ten years making sure I never found him.”