Vanguard Trading Co.
Tech verification transfer service fee.
Receiving account: An account linked to Quentin Whitaker.
Date: After Apex Digital Intelligence Research Center completed the first round of model verification.
Wren stared at those three lines of text.
The air conditioning in the conference room was blasting, but her palms were slowly heating up.
It felt like a fire was burning from deep within her bones.
Mr. Lawson spoke. "This isn't definitive proof yet. We still need to formally petition for the official bank statements. But these three payments have service fee records in Vanguard's old tax filings, and there are corresponding accounting transfer numbers tied to Quentin's old accounts."
Mrs. Higgins leaned over to look, her eyes widening.
"Twelve days after the funeral?"
Her voice trembled.
"She was barely in the ground, and he was already collecting money?"
No one said a word.
Wren's eyes remained locked on the second payment.
Twelve days after the funeral.
She remembered those days vividly.
People flooded the Whitaker estate.
Guests sighed over Vivian's tragic fate, clapped Quentin on the shoulder to offer condolences, and patted Wren's head, telling her she needed to be sensible and understanding of her father.
She was too young then, and in too much agony.
She had been in so much pain that she couldn't distinguish who was genuinely grieving and who was merely putting on a show for a dignified farewell.
All along, while those people were telling her to stay strong, a massive sum of money had just cleared into Quentin's account.
Vivian's objections had been permanently silenced.
The Vanguard funds had settled.
Lydia and Willow were swiftly moved into the house.
Every single step had happened so closely together.
So close that it made her sick.
Mr. Lawson handed her another sheet of paper.
"There's one more thing. The memo for the third payment lists 'Tech verification transfer service fee.' The timeline lines up perfectly with Apex Digital's first round of tech verification logs."
Wren looked up.
"Meaning, after my mother died, the project didn't stop."
"Exactly," Mr. Lawson confirmed. "At least from the paper trail, the follow-up services between Vanguard and Apex continued."
The glass in Mrs. Higgins's hands bumped against the table, making a sharp clinking sound.
"My lady expressly refused to sign off, yet they went ahead and did it anyway?"
Mr. Lawson glanced at her, offering no sugarcoating.
"Based on what we're seeing, that appears highly likely."
Tears spilled from Mrs. Higgins's eyes.
"How could they do this?"



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