Divorced Heiress
Chapter 67

A tall man in a black suit was waiting seated in my father's office. Vincent let me sit in the comfortable chair while he stood by my side. Quickly, they exchanged a few words about the investigation and Vincent handed him an envelope with the information he had gathered so far. I rested my elbows on the desk, and my eyes automatically went to Vincent's busy hands, resisting the curiosity to look inside.

-In the envelope I just handed over, you will find the evidence of what I will explain next.- Said the investigator, settling into his seat. Vincent opened the envelope and placed the sheets with the evidence on the desk for both of us to take a look. -Paul has been working abroad for years and returned to Paris on his mother's orders over three years ago. Since then, he has taken on the responsibility of the family in the Doinel company. However, I have found payment receipts in Rachel Duncan's name from four years ago until now. If you add up all the receipts, it amounts to a substantial sum, more than enough to live a life of luxury. You will also find call records relating to Mrs. Duncan. She has a certain relationship with the Richman lawyers, who have been the Dubois family's lawyers since Paul returned and are the lawyers handling the case of the lady in question. Of course, Paul is paying for their services. I have uncovered some information that could be useful. The Richman couple's law firm was established thanks to Mrs. Dubois. At the moment, the investigation into Mrs. Dubois is ongoing, and it seems she is colluding with Paul. Based on my experience as a private investigator, I would dare say she has been giving him instructions, but I can't confirm anything until I have the next report in my hands.-

I examined each piece of evidence more closely, absorbing the investigator's explanation. Suddenly, my head started to ache, and my breath became irregular.

I still held on to the slightest hope that Paul wasn't involved in any way with Rachel, the lawyers, or me. But these documents were clear; I had the evidence in my hands, and they shattered what little hope I had left.

So, it was possible that his mother is the mastermind and the main responsible for all this mess.

I swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the bad taste in my mouth that all of this was leaving me, and dared to ask, -What do you know about Mr. Dubois and his daughter, Abby Dubois? Have you discovered anything? Do they know what the lady and her son are doing? Are they also involved?-

My voice trembled, as my heart told me Abby couldn't be so cruel as to do something against me. I wanted to believe that was the case; she was like a sister to me.

I looked expectantly at the man, feeling like my heart was about to burst out of my chest.

-As for Mr. Dubois, all I can say for now is that there have been unusual movements in his bank accounts in recent days. The income is higher than usual, but most of these funds have been transferred to foreign accounts in Mrs. Dubois' name.- I was astonished to hear that information, and a bad feeling settled in my chest. I looked at Vincent, and from the concern on his face, I knew he was thinking the same thing as me. Even though it had nothing to do with Paul, it was very suspicious.

-As for Abby Dubois, there isn't much to say. I haven't found anything related to the main issue or anything that could affect you or the company. It's likely that there is nothing about her that you should be worried about, although she is a bit... unconventional?- A sigh of relief escaped my lips, and I could breathe normally again. That was my friend; I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, even though this whole affair worried me.

Was it possible that Mr. Dubois was embezzling from us? Did he leave us in charge for a while, while the executives were away, only to steal from the company he was a partner of?

We thanked the investigator for his service and efficiency. After concluding the conversation, we accompanied him through the back exit where no one could see him, much less the Dubois family. Vincent and I stayed in the kitchen feeling bewildered by the information we had just received. He poured me a glass of water, which I didn't know I needed until now.

I had no intention of saying a single word, in fact, I didn't even know what to say. This was more than I had imagined. What did we do to the Dubois to deserve this?

-Princess, don't overthink it.- Vincent approached me and wrapped his arms around me, giving me a comforting hug. -We knew we would find out something like this, don't worry, I'll take care of you like the little princess you are. I'll handle the irregularities in the company, you know you can count on me for anything, right? You're not alone in this.- I laughed against his chest, feeling more encouraged than a moment ago.

-Thank you, really.- I broke our embrace and gave him a genuine smile. -I'm going to rest with Tristan, excuse me from all the guests, I don't feel like sharing the same space with that family. It's been a long day. The last thing I'm going to ask you is to perform an audit on the company without anyone knowing, I want to see how many irregularities Mr. Dubois left us with.- Vincent nodded and kissed my forehead before letting go of me completely and letting me go.

-I also thought about the audit. Now go rest, tomorrow I want to see you with a smile and a fully charged battery. You're Sarah Doinel, you don't have superpowers because you don't want to.- He encouraged me even more, and I rolled my eyes playfully, exaggerating everything.

This day ended up being a complete disaster. Being alone, I would think better about what I would do from now on. I wouldn't let Paul and his mother get away with it, and now that I think about it, I could kill two birds with one stone.

I'd get close to Alexander and pretend that his proximity was stirring something in me. That way, I would make them tremble, and Alexander would get what he deserves. After all, what they did with Rachel's help was intended to ruin my marriage. I wanted to see their faces when they realize their methods were a total failure.

They were playing with fire, and they were get burned.