Chapter 3 - WALTER'S WARNINGTwo days later, Walter Hobbs requested an emergency meeting at his downtown office in Raleigh.
I drove up on Wednesday afternoon, trading my Ford Explorer for an unmarked staff vehicle to keep a low profile. Walter’s office smelled of old leather, binding glue, and decades of high-stakes confidentiality.
Walter, a silver-haired man in his seventies with sharp eyes behind tortoise-shell glasses, slid a thick document across his mahogany desk.
"They didn't just go to a local attorney, Colonel," Walter said grimly. "Preston Cole is a front man for a much larger predator. He’s associated with a legal syndicate known for targeting high-net-worth trusts through fraudulent domestic claims and undue influence assertions."
I scanned the pages. They had already filed a preliminary motion in civil court, attempting to subpoena my personal tax records, military pay stubs, and banking history under the pretense of "undisclosed family joint holdings."
"Can they pierce the trust?" I asked, pointing to a highlighted clause.
"Not legally," Walter replied, leaning forward and lacing his fingers together. "Your grandfather structured this ironclad. It is protected by generational tier-locks that survive civil litigation, marital dissolutions, and even federal tax liens up to certain thresholds. However, they aren't trying to win in court right away, Christine."
"What are they doing?"
"They are trying to drag your name through the mud," Walter said bluntly. "They want to create enough public scandal, file enough nuisance motions, and threaten enough military administrative reviews to force you into a settlement out of sheer exhaustion. Vanessa wants a chunk of that forty million, and she believes that as an active-duty officer, you won't risk a messy public legal battle."
A slow, cold smile spread across my face.
"She thinks my uniform makes me vulnerable," I murmured.
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"Does it?" Walter asked, watching me closely.
"My grandfather taught me how to fight a war on two fronts, Walter," I replied, standing up and buttoning my jacket. "Let her file her motions. Let her spend every penny of her own savings on Preston Cole. Because by the time I’m done with them, Vanessa won't just lose this lawsuit—she’ll lose everything."
