On the drive home, Herbert's phone buzzed with another transaction alert. This was already the sixth notification today.
Herbert glanced at the screen—a charge for over seven hundred dollars—and finally set the notifications to 'Do Not Disturb'.
He looked up at the driver's seat. "Victor, has my phone number always been set up to receive supplementary card transaction alerts?"
Victor Yates blinked, confused as to why his boss was suddenly asking this. "Yes, it's always been set up that way. For the sake of your financial security, I never disabled the text alerts."
Truth be told, Victor had left them on to protect himself.
As Herbert's personal assistant, he was an authorized proxy on Herbert's designated bank accounts. He had the power to move those funds to handle Herbert's personal and household expenses.
When dealing with millions, he had to be meticulously careful. The transaction alerts weren't just for Herbert's security; they were Victor's own liability shield.
Hearing the confirmation, Herbert's brow furrowed deeper. "Then why didn't I get a single notification from those cards over the past seven years?"
"Huh?" Victor was stunned. "That's impossible... unless the cards were never used. Otherwise, you definitely would have gotten the texts."
But Hulda had those cards for years; there was no way she hadn't used them!
Or so Victor thought.
He paid the credit card bills on time every single month, but he never scrutinized the itemized statements to see which charges were Herbert's and which were Hulda's.
Herbert fell silent. The interior of the car grew instantly quiet.
Through the rearview mirror, Victor carefully observed his boss's face.
Seeing the dark scowl directed at the phone screen, Victor began to panic internally.
Wait... had Hulda actually never swiped those cards even once?
If she needed to buy things, she had no choice but to use the card.
"Victor," Herbert said, looking up. "From now on, deposit the monthly allowance directly into Sylvie's account. And increase it by an extra seven thousand dollars a month."
"Understood," Victor agreed instantly.
He thought to himself: Mr. Jewell really does dote on Sylvie, bumping her allowance up a whole seven grand higher than what he used to give Hulda.
But it wasn't his money anyway; he was just moving it around. It made no difference to him who it went to. He'd just transfer it all to the main estate in one lump sum.
When Herbert finally got home, only Callie was waiting by the door.
"Where's Miles? Did my parents pick him up again?" he asked.
Callie followed behind him and answered, "Yes, sir. Mrs. Jewell said that since you and Ms. Sinclair are newlyweds, it might be slightly inconvenient having the young master in the house right now. He'll be staying at the main estate for a few days, and they'll bring him back later."

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