Chapter 802:
She truly knew little about such things. Rylie had always managed her finances herself and never thought much about inheritance or legacy.
Marcus stood and moved closer, his tone steady. “Havenridge Group runs the largest trust company in the world. It’s known for strict neutrality and security. People with great wealth trust it because of its will verification system. Without the client’s personal authorization — through a special biometric and intent check — no one can touch their assets.”
Kendrick rubbed his chin. “So Kailee’s grandmother invested in one of these trusts? Why else would she mention it?”
Rylie found that likely. From what she’d seen, the old woman had been poisoned, and Kailee’s family surely knew why. Perhaps they were keeping her alive not out of love, but greed. She turned to Marcus. “What happens if the client, like Kailee’s grandmother, can’t act or communicate anymore?”
Marcus poured her a glass of juice and handed it to her. “That’s what makes Havenridge so clever,” he said. “They’ve got a medical team that constantly monitors each client’s health. If someone can’t express their will, their trust assets are frozen until they recover or…”
“Or what?” Rylie asked quietly.
“Or they pass away,” Marcus said. “Then the assets are released according to the original terms. Until that happens, no one can break the system. I heard a prince”
“…from the Midlands tried to bribe someone there last year. He failed and got blacklisted, losing billions.”
Rylie arched a brow. “Then it’s possible that if Kailee’s grandmother dies, her family won’t see a single cent.”
Kendrick frowned deeply. “I’ve always believed wealth should pass to the next generation. If I had a fund, it would go to my family. So why would she go to such lengths to keep her money from them?”
Rylie gave a small shake of her head. “I can’t say for sure,” she said softly. “But I did notice one thing — Kailee doesn’t seem to care much for animals like she claimed.”
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Marcus tilted his head. “How do you know that?”
Rylie replied, “She keeps a tiger skin as a blanket. It’s been cut and styled to look decorative, but I could tell what it really was.”
A hint of unease crossed Marcus’ face. “This is the migration season in South Verdania,” he said. “The National Animal Welfare Society tightens security every year to stop poachers. Does Kailee usually join their conservation projects?”
Rylie reached for her laptop and began typing. The search confirmed it — Kailee had taken part in South Verdania’s animal protection campaigns year after year. Her name appeared across countless news articles and charity reports.
Around the same time, Sweetberry employees had submitted travel requests that included visiting a zoo.
Rylie called the finance department and instructed them to arrange flights and lodging in South Verdania. She planned to take the team along to see the migration herself.
Marcus lingered at her bedroom door, absorbing every word. Once she ended the call and emerged, he spoke. “Why are you looking into Kailee?”
He knew his sister well. She was the type who poured her care into family, not strangers.
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