Now it really had become her last safe place. At least the cafe was doing well. Wiona quickly built up a little savings again.
The place looked upscale, with stylish decor and a steady stream of well-dressed people coming in for coffee, card games, and business meetings. It was definitely not the sort of spot where everyday folks would just drop by.
Wiona brought Molly over to the manager, Mason, a guy with easy charm and a sharp look in his eyes. “Could you set her up with a private room where she can study and rest?”
Molly felt a rush of gratitude and promised herself she wouldn’t embarrass Wiona. She turned to Mason right away. “If there’s anything you need from me, just say so.”
Mason grinned. “I wouldn’t dare ask. You’re the first girl Wiona has ever brought here. Just focus on your own things.”
He gave Molly a warm tour of the cafe, explaining everything as they walked. When they reached the far end of the fifth floor, he paused by a door. “That room’s off limits. It belongs to the boss. No one goes in there except her. That means you too, understand?”
Right then, Wiona was inside that very room, number 515. The whole space was scattered with signs of her creativity. One wall was covered with her paintings. Some half-finished pieces sat on the floor, covered in sheets and gathering dust. Paint tubes and brushes were everywhere. On a bright white desk lay her latest design—a set of dazzling, luxurious jewelry she’d created just for Kellen.
She’d barely picked it up to admire when her phone buzzed. Tina’s name flashed on the screen. “Wiona, I’m here.”
Wiona asked someone to bring Tina up to a private room on the second floor. On her way down, as she turned the corner between the third and fourth floors, she caught sight of someone who shouldn’t have been there. Alona. And if Alona was here, Adler probably was too.
Wiona pulled out her phone and texted Molly. [Your dad’s here. Hide.]
She thought for a second, then told Mason to come find her.
Tina greeted her in the private room with a big hug. “Let me see what incredible thing our genius Vivian has come up with this time.”
So Alona was secretly meeting a bank executive. Wiona leaned against the wall, listening to the faint voices drifting out.
“Jeffrey, you know our family isn’t easy to fool,” Alona was saying. “The fact that I invited you out here should show you how sincere I am. If you work with us, I can make it worth your while.”
Wiona couldn’t see exactly how much Alona was offering, but Jeffrey didn’t sound convinced.
“Mrs. Salisbury, it’s not that I won’t help. There’s just nothing to tell,” he replied. “If the old lady had an account with our bank, you would have found it when you were sorting out the inheritance. You’re asking me about something that doesn’t exist. I can’t make things up.”
Alona’s voice rose, sharper now. “Come on, if we already knew, would we be here? This is real. The last time the woman my mother-in-law kicked out came back to stir up trouble, my husband stepped in and overheard something. That’s when we found out my mother-in-law is a big shareholder in your bank and even started some foundation years ago. But when she gave us her list of assets, and even the secret list we put together ourselves, there was nothing about Salisbury Bank. It’s too clean, too perfect. She’s hiding something on purpose. Jeffrey, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll tell me everything about my mother-in-law’s dealings. We can all walk away happy. If not, how much longer do you think she’ll protect you? Take a moment and think. Do you really want to be her loyal lapdog forever?”

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