“Where is Addison?”
“I don’t know.”
“You’re lying.”
Michael shook his head.
“I bought this property from Addison Vance.”
Ryan stepped forward.
“You bought my house?”
Michael shrugged.
“Apparently.”
Norah’s face had gone pale.
“Ryan?”
“Stay here.”
He turned back to Michael.
“You need to get out.”
Michael smiled.
“You should probably speak with your attorney.”
Ryan’s phone rang.
Daniel.
Ryan answered.
“What?”
Daniel’s voice was calm.
“Ryan, don’t make a scene.”
“Did you know she sold the house?”
“Yes.”
“You allowed it?”
“I represent Addison.”
Ryan’s jaw clenched.
“She couldn’t sell our house.”
“She could.”
“It’s marital property.”
“No.”
Daniel paused.
“It isn’t.”
Ryan looked at Norah.
She was staring at him.
“Where are we supposed to go?”
Ryan didn’t answer.
Michael closed the door.
They spent the night at a luxury hotel.
Norah had expected a mansion.
