Annie had orchestrated this scheme with meticulous precision—falsifying paperwork and convincing the butler to slip the documents to Irina.
Every detail had been building toward this crucial moment.
Lauren's teeth worried her lower lip. "But... what happens if we get caught?"
"Do you want your son to have a wedding or not?" Annie's voice cracked like a whip. "She's got no education and falls for anything. If this blows up, you can just skip town."
"Then you better take us along," Lauren said, avarice dripping from her words. "We're dying to get out of this dump and into the city."
Annie's jaw clenched tight. "Fine. Once this is done, I'll arrange for someone to bring you over."
Excitement practically bubbled through the phone line. "Perfect. All those years of raising you are finally worth something. We'll be there in a week. That girl won't know what hit her."
"Sending the photo now," Annie muttered, forwarding the image with a swift tap.
