Her Aunt Called Her Useless in Front of Everyone — Until Beatrice Proved the Northern Accounts Were False
Chapter 6
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"Precisely," Beatrice said, finally meeting his gaze. "He could not have executed this alone. He needed a partner of high standing to legitimize the investments and shield the stolen funds. I have spent the last three nights cross-referencing Hawcroft’s travel expenses with the social registries of the men he met in London. He frequently dined with Lord Moray."Julian paled. Lord Moray was a ruthless, influential peer of the realm, a man whose wealth was matched only by his cruelty. "Moray? If Moray has our money, we will never see a penny of it. The courts will not touch him.""We do not need the courts," Beatrice said, standing up and untying her ink-stained apron. "We need a carriage. Tell Aunt Leonora to recover from her palpitations. We are going to London."The journey south was a tense, silent affair. Aunt Leonora, terrified of the impending confrontation, clutched her rosary, while Julian sat rigid, entirely out of his depth. Beatrice, however, used the time to meticulously organize a leather portfolio of promissory notes, forged ledgers, and intercepted missives she had liberated from Hawcroft’s private desk before the magistrate had thought to look.