The Man Who Never Looked Away novel Chapter 241

"Dad, what is the meaning of this?" Garnett Harper's eyes narrowed as he shot up from his seat. "You had someone follow Lavinia? What gave you right to stalk my wife? She's your daughter-in-law! Even if you despise her, she's still a Harper! She is my legal wife!"

"If I didn't have her followed, you wouldn't even know she was making a total fool out of you." Nestor Harper's expression was freezing, his tone even colder.

Garnett tossed the photos back onto the desk, forcefully biting down his rage. "I know this man. He's the cornerstone investor at her firm, Lucian Roche. It's strictly professional."

Nestor narrowed his eyes at his son. "Do you even know where they are or what they're discussing?"

"What else? Work, obviously." Garnett feigned indifference, though his hands curled into tight fists.

Nestor cast him a sharp glance. "This location is owned by a wealth management and legacy firm. Lavinia is sitting there discussing your grandmother's family assets with this Lucian."

He paused, letting the weight of it sink in. "Do you have any idea how much your grandmother is actually worth?"

"Not that much, I'd assume," Garnett replied flatly.

Nestor stared dead into his son's eyes. "Three hundred million."

Garnett froze. Three hundred million? His grandmother had that kind of wealth? He had absolutely no idea.

But the worst part wasn't that he was kept in the dark—it was that Judith trusted Lavinia enough to manage and inherit that staggering fortune.

His gaze drifted back to the photos on the desk. This Lucian Roche was the phantom investor behind Celestial Capital and the owner of this legacy firm. Was that really just a coincidence?

In the photo, the man and woman were locked in deep conversation. Their eyes were fixed entirely on each other, as if the rest of the world had simply faded away.

Garnett's jaw tightened.

"This woman might look like an innocent little lamb, but she's got your grandmother completely wrapped around her finger, and she's playing you like a fiddle," Nestor sneered. "Her calculations run deep. If you keep being this careless, Garnett, once she actually inherits that three hundred million, you're the one who's going to be kicked to the curb."

"...Selling it? In such a rush?" She sounded skeptical.

"You aren't coming back, and I have no desire to live there either. Keeping it is just an eyesore, so I might as well get rid of it," he replied smoothly.

"You're that desperate for cash?" She let out a soft sigh. "Then again, I suppose you've spent a fortune trying to keep Sigrid happy lately."

Garnett's jaw locked as his grip on the phone tightened. "When exactly are you coming to move your things?"

"Don't worry, I'll go when I have the time. Is the code still the same?" she asked.

"It hasn't changed."

He hung up, still uneasy. What if she didn't show up? Or worse, what if she deliberately picked a time when she knew he wouldn't be there?