His face drained of color.
Mark looked almost apologetic. “Mr. Hayes, I need the keys to the Range Rover.”
Patricia turned sharply. “What Range Rover?”
“The vehicle is registered under Voss Meridian Holdings,” Mark said. “It has been recalled.”
Patricia blinked. “What is Voss Meridian?”
I smiled at the screen.
“My company.”
Daniel closed his eyes.
There it was.
The second lie.
For two years, Daniel had let his mother believe he was a rising executive supporting a pretty, dependent wife. At dinners, he described my investment firm as “Rachel’s little project.” When clients praised me, he interrupted. When Patricia mocked my late nights, he smiled like I was eccentric.
But he had never told her the truth.
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