Chapter 150. The Move

Tristan's POV

The boardroom at Crane Industries was too d^mn quiet. The floor-to-ceiling glass made everything look pristine and curated, but beneath the surface of that cold transparency, a storm was brewing. The weather was all gray...a storm that was indeed approaching. 

My attorney, Rowan Patel, was seated across from me, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his spectacles were halfway down his nose as he flipped through a set of documents I had already read a dozen times. His voice was calm, but his words landed like anvils.

“She amended the Will,” he said, finally looking up. “Estelle signed the updated version about fourteen months before her passing. That’s the date stamp on the scanned document that you've received from Alex Mendez.”

I leaned back in the chair, my jaw was tense. “But you told me