"Then tell me, if she does come back, where do you plan on putting her?"
"She can't come back," Starla said, her voice soft but absolute. The faint smile on her face vanished.
"What do you mean?" Fairfax demanded. Annika had already been asked to leave the care facility. If Starla didn't relent, the family home was her only option.
"I already told you," Starla said. "No one from the Yelchin family is spending a single cent of that money. It belongs to me. All of it. Yours, Xenia's, Darleen's, Brinley's... and yes, Harley's and Annika's too. Every last bit is mine."
Darleen used to call her a gold digger, didn't she? She used to say that Starla was just hiding her true colors.
Well, here they were. Darleen had wished for a gold digger, so Starla would show her exactly what a real one looked like.
The blood in Fairfax's veins ran cold. He stared at her, utterly horrified.
"She has no money for a plane ticket," Starla elaborated calmly. "How is she supposed to get back? Walk?"
"You've gone too far!" Fairfax finally exploded. He lunged toward her, his eyes blazing with a fury so intense it looked as though he wanted to snap her neck.
But just as he got close, Garret stepped between them.
"Get out of my way!" Fairfax snarled.


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