Chapter 368: Ready for a Fight
“What?” Devon Grey exclaimed, irritated. “That’s absolutely ludicrous! This has to be some sort of scam! There’s no possible way that young man is the rightful earl!”
“He seems to have quite a bit of evidence in his favor, your grace,” the duke’s private attorney, Lucas Pembrook, said. “And he has the support of another member of your family.”
“Who?” Devon asked, standing to face him.
“Your brother, David,” Pembrook replied.
“David!” Grant cried. “Well, that proves it’s a scam, then. I’ve never known a bigger con artist that David Grey!”
“Obviously, he believes this young man represents a way of gaining control of the estate – or at least claiming a larger share than he has a right to,” Devon said. “Pembrook, you know the depth of David’s issues. You certainly can’t believe him.”
“Of course not, your grace,” the attorney said. “Unfortunately, your parents – and later, you – managed to keep your brother’s shortcomings private, so the public isn’t aware that he’s not to be trusted.”
Devon shook his head, then sighed.
“So what do you recommend?” he asked. “I can’t believe he could win in court, could he?”
“Again, your grace, he has amassed a great deal of evidence in Andrew’s favor,” Pembrook said. “Of course, you still have an advantage in that Prince Stephen remains firmly in your corner – and there’s no way they’ll get their hands on the title without his support. The estate itself, however, is another matter.”
“You mean he could potentially inherit everything except the title, then – including Buckton Hall,” Devon said, suddenly realizing how serious the situation had become. “Which would leave me with nothing.”
“Stephen won’t allow that to happen,” Grant said.
“Perhaps not,” Pembrook said. “However, just to be prudent, it might be wise to begin transferring some of your assets into offshore accounts. Not a great deal – nothing that will be missed or detected if they start looking at your books. But I assume you have some private investments that are not on the family ledgers?”
“A few, but certainly not enough,” Devon said, miserably. “But you’re right, of course. “I’ll start doing what I can to isolate what funds I can.”
“I’ll do the same,” Grant said. “I still have a good portion of my own inheritance, and they can’t touch that. It’s not much, but at least it’s a start.”
“And Matthew’s trust fund is safe, right?” Devon asked.
“It should be, yes,” Pembrook said. “So long as it is in your son’s name and not yours.”
“Good,” Devon said. “But we’re getting ahead of ourselves, right? They can’t possibly win, can they?”
“I plan to fight this claim with everything I have,” Pembrook said.
“Good,” Devon said. “David’s gone too far this time. Show no mercy, Pembrook. No mercy at all.”
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