All Chapters of Sorry Nephew... She Wears My Ring Now: Chapter 61 - Chapter 66

The arrests happened over the next two weeks. Benjamin tracked each one on a spreadsheet that he updated every morning, placing a green checkmark beside each name as the authorities confirmed custody.Zurich: two bankers, both caught at their desks on a Monday morning. Singapore: one broker, arrested at the airport carrying a suitcase full of documents he thought nobody would search. Cayman Islands: three account managers, picked up within hours of each other after their banks received freeze orders from international authorities.By the end of the first week, nine of the sixteen names had green checkmarks. The remaining seven were scattered across countries with complicated legal systems, but warrants were active in each one.Claire followed the progress from her drafting table at Valour Design, checking Benjamin's updates between blueprint sessions. The clinic plans were nearly complete. Structural drawings, electrical layouts, plumbing schematics, and landscaping designs covered ev

Benjamin found the documents in four days. Not weeks, not months. Four days. He walked into Raymond's conference room on Monday morning carrying a folder with a green sticky note on the front that read: CLEARED."The lien filing was in evidence box nineteen," Benjamin reported. "Cataloged under Dorinda's property fraud section. I had a court order issued Friday afternoon authorizing its release for probate-related purposes."Raymond opened the folder. Inside was a single-page lien notice filed with the county recorder's office eight years ago, claiming unpaid property taxes on Esther's farmhouse. The amount: forty-two thousand dollars. The filing party: Hartwell Holdings, Dorinda's shell company."The tax debt was fabricated," Raymond said, scanning the document. "There are no corresponding tax records in the county system. No assessment, no notice, no payment history. The lien was filed using forged paperwork.""How did it stay on the records for eight years?" Claire asked from the f

Construction moved fast once the permits cleared. Claire visited the site every other weekend, driving north with her blueprints rolled under her arm and her boots already caked with mud from the last trip.By the third week, the foundation was poured. Concrete footings sank deep into the earth, anchoring the building to the ground where Esther's farmhouse once stood. The old fireplace stones were cleaned and set into the front wall, their rough surfaces catching the afternoon light.Raymond handled the business side from his office. Contractor payments, material orders, inspection schedules. Benjamin coordinated everything through a project management system that tracked each phase down to the hour.Claire spent her weekdays at Valour Design, splitting time between the clinic project and three new client commissions that came in after Geneva. Her team had grown by two members, both hired from her graduate program, both drawn to Valour by Claire's presentation and the growing reputati