Chapter 3

The whole sampling process was a total circus.

Max was screaming his lungs out, and Julia looked at me like I'd killed her whole family.

After the staff left, Charles collapsed onto the couch, looking like he'd survived a war.

"Happy now?" he sneered. "9,000 dollars for a rush test, to buy yourself some peace of mind? Rich people are sickening."

"Correction," I said, straightening up the entryway decor that had gotten knocked around. "That's called risk management. When we're talking about tens of millions on the line in a divorce, 9000 dollars is nothing."

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The paternity test results…