You Want My Grandma’s $8 BILLION Inheritance DREAM ON! SCUMBAG, Watch Your Empire COLLAPSE Overnight! Chapter 09
On the third day, Julian sent me the complete inventory of my assets.
Assets Under Evelyn Grant’s Name:
1. “Evie Sequence” Investment Portfolio: $4.73 billion
2. Liquidated Portion of Grandmother’s Estate: $4.12 billion (Funds received.)
3. Remaining Estate Pending Liquidation: $3.88 billion (Buyers confirmed. Funds expected within three days.)
4. Personal Cash Deposits: $62 million
Total Net Assets: More than $8.48 billion.
Every dollar belonged to me.
And me alone.
Because…
Legally, I was unmarried.
Alexander Langford had no legal relationship to me whatsoever.
Not a single cent of my fortune belonged to him.
I looked at the statement and let out a quiet laugh.
The irony was almost poetic.
He had spent seven years planning to use a fake marriage certificate to take half of my wealth.
—
Yet it was that very fake marriage certificate that guaranteed he would walk away with nothing.
My phone rang.
Alex.
“Evie, how did your appointment go today?”
“I’m still waiting on the final report. It should be another couple of days.”
“Alright.”
His voice softened.
“Don’t worry, okay? No matter what the results are, I’ll be with you.”
“Okay.”
“Oh, one more thing.”
He sounded almost casual.
“My mom wants to have you over for dinner. She says she hasn’t seen you in forever.”
I tightened my grip on the phone as the image of the Langford estate flashed through my mind.
“Sure.”
“When?”
“The day after tomorrow.”
—
“I’ll pick you up.”
“Sounds good.”
After hanging up, I texted Julian.
**Mr. Ward, if I file fraud claims against Alexander Langford and Diane Langford for fraud, what evidence would we need?**
**I’m referring to the fake marriage certificate, the forged loan guarantee, and the intentional poisoning.**
Five minutes later, he replied.
I’m already preparing everything.
The fake marriage certificate is straightforward. The state’s official records are conclusive evidence.
For the forged guarantee, I’ve already retained a handwriting expert through the bank.
As for the poisoning… we’ll need more direct evidence. The source of the medication, purchase records, or testimony from someone directly involved would all strengthen the case.
The source of the medication.
Carla’s words echoed in my mind.
Diane and Sophia prepared it together. I saw it myself.
But verbal testimony alone wasn’t enough.
I needed more.
—
I called Carla.
“Carla, do you know where they bought the ingredients for that tonic?”
“I…”
She hesitated.
“I remember Diane sent Sophia to pick them up from a herbal medicine shop. It was on Old West Harbor Street. The place was called Harbor Apothecary.”
“That was seven years ago.”
“Is the store still there?”
“It is.”
“I drove past it just last month.”
“Thank you, Carla.”
“Ms. Grant…”
Her voice suddenly grew tense.
“You’re going there to investigate, aren’t you?”
“Please be careful.”
“Diane… she’s ruthless.”
“I know.”
After hanging up, I didn’t go myself.
—
Instead, I texted Rachel.
Old West Harbor Street. Harbor Apothecary. Seven years ago, someone filled a prescription there containing drugs that damage ovarian function. Help me find the purchase records.
Rachel replied almost immediately.
Got it. Leave the investigative work to the investigative reporter.
An hour later, another message came through.
Found it. Harbor Apothecary still keeps handwritten prescription logs. They still have records from seven years ago. I took photos. Sending them now.
I opened the images.
It was an old, yellowed ledger written entirely by hand.
Date: August 28, seven years earlier.
Prepared For: Sophia Vale.
The prescription listed multiple compounds known to suppress ovarian function.
Every single ingredient Dr. Finch had mentioned in her medical opinion was there.
At the bottom of the page was one more signature.
Prescription Approved By: Store Owner.
I saved the photos and forwarded them to Julian.
—
Then I sent the prescription itself to Dr. Finch.
Dr. Finch, based on these ingredients, could this prescription have caused the ovarian damage I have today?
Three minutes later, she replied.
Absolutely.
If this formula were taken continuously for more than three months, it would be sufficient to cause permanent ovarian failure.
How long did you take it?
I typed one word.
One year.
She didn’t reply for a long time.
Finally, a new message appeared.
Ms. Grant, I can issue a formal forensic medical report for you. This constitutes intentional bodily harm.
I set my phone down.
Outside the window, rain finally began to fall over New York.
A heavy rain.
As though it intended to wash everything clean.