"I'm sure you wouldn't want the two of you ending up in the tabloids one day over a property dispute."
Luka felt a prick of unease.
At Maeve's age, kids usually cared about what they could spend. Compared to an old house, a two-hundred-million-dollar wire transfer was far more practical.
Yet her lawyer hadn't mentioned the money at all. He kept circling back to the house.
That made Luka suspicious.
The old place out in the suburbs had been sitting empty since the day he bought it. The location was average. The building itself was dated. As far as he knew, there were no redevelopment plans in the pipeline.
No redevelopment meant no buyout, no sudden windfall, so why was Maeve so fixated on it?
Was it really just because Serenity had once intended it as Maeve's coming-of-age gift?
Catching the doubt in Luka's eyes, Maeve briefly met Jasper Jett's gaze—an unspoken warning: don't let this drag out.
Jett got the message and turned up the pressure.
"To be frank, Mr. Morales, my client has never gotten over the collapse of her parents' marriage. These past years she's had a hard life, going hungry, working odd jobs, scraping by."
"And you, her biological father, have a successful career and a stable family… but you haven't fulfilled your support obligations to her."
He paused, then continued smoothly. "That resentment has grown into deep dissatisfaction. She asked me whether she has standing to pursue half the family assets."
Jett looked Luka in the eye. "My answer was: yes."
Before Luka could interrupt, Jett went on. "The Morales Group's success didn't come from nowhere. Serenity provided the original recipes that built the foundation. She had every right to be listed as a shareholder."

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