The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 236

Roman paused for a second. “You mean the Meyer family from Brookfield? Are you suspicious of her? Any leads?”

“Nothing concrete yet,” Reese said, her voice tinged with frustration. “But I’ll figure out a way to get proof. I just wanted to keep you in the loop.”

“Got it. So you’re saying the money might not really be foreign. It could be domestic funds disguised as overseas transfers that got funneled back in.”

Roman sounded determined. “I’ll have my people dig into that. Let’s keep each other posted if anything turns up.”

When the call ended, Reese pressed her fingers to her temples, trying to rub away her irritation.

No matter how certain she was, t didn’t mean anything without evidence. If she wanted answers, she’d need someone else’s help.

She grabbed her phone and called George.

“George, I need you to look into Grace for me. Focus on who she was in contact with sixteen years ago.”

There was some background noise, like George was in the middle of something. After a moment, he replied, “Of course, Ms. Meyer. I’ll get right on it.

“And one more thing. Your divorce hearing with Mr. Ratcliff is in three days. I’ve put together all the information about the process and emailed it to you. Check it when you have a moment.

“Our evidence is solid for this case. The recording you sent last night has been submitted too. I’m confident we’ll win and secure most of Mr. Ratcliff’s personal assets for you.”

When the call ended, Reese leaned back in her chair, eyes closed. Sunlight streamed in through the window, wrapping her in a gentle warmth.

—

The old Ratcliff family estate was unusually quiet. Even the housekeepers walked around extra carefully, not wanting to make a sound.

Sebastian sat on the leather sofa, gripping his phone so tightly his knuckles were white. He stared at the court summons on the screen, a cold anger radiating from him.

“Useless! You can’t even handle something this simple!” Jane’s sharp voice cut through the silence.

She was sprawled on the other end of the sofa, feet up on an ottoman, a housekeeper gently massaging her lower back.

Her chronic injury had flared up again after Leslie pushed her earlier. The pain was getting to her, and she couldn’t help but complain to Sebastian. “I really don’t get why you were so obsessed with Leslie in the first place.

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