Ryley's eyes darted nervously to the numbers on the page. The moment they registered, the color drained from his face.
His hand shook slightly as he clutched the papers, the sheer enormity of the amount leaving him breathless. It was staggering—unimaginable.
Questions swirled in his mind, each one more desperate than the last.
When had Sean taken this money? Why? What could he have possibly needed such an amount for?
Before he could voice his confusion, Maximilian continued, his words cutting through Ryley's turmoil.
"We are fully aware that you are not his legal spouse and that the crimes Mr. Sean committed are not your responsibility. However," Maximilian said, his tone darkening, "it's important for you to know that Mr. Sean did not act alone in this."
Ryley's wide, trembling gaze snapped up to meet Maximilian's. His lips parted, but his voice came out barely above a whisper. "What... what do you mean?"
