PART 3 — THE SECOND SECRET
“Actually, Daniel, that isn’t the biggest thing your wife has been hiding.”
Richard placed the document on the table.
Daniel didn’t look at it.
His eyes stayed on me.
“How long, Maya?”
His voice was barely above a whisper.
I swallowed.
“Daniel, please let me explain.”
“How long have you known about the money?”
“Three weeks.”
His face changed.
Three weeks.
Twenty-one days of waking beside him.
Twenty-one days of kissing him goodbye.
Twenty-one days of watching him calculate grocery prices while I secretly had enough money to buy the entire supermarket.
Daniel laughed once.
There was no humor in it.
“Three weeks.”
Helen covered her mouth.
Chelsea shook her head dramatically.
“Oh my God.”
I turned on her.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Pretend you’re shocked because I lied to Daniel. You didn’t come here because you care about our marriage.”
Chelsea smiled.
“No, Maya. I came because my brother deserves to know who he married.”
Daniel finally looked down at the document Richard had placed on the table.
“What is that?”
Richard pushed it toward him.
“Read it.”
I reached for it.
Richard pulled it away.
“Not so fast.”
“Give me that.”
Daniel stepped between us.
“Maya.”
There was something in his tone that stopped me.
“What is it?”
I asked.
Richard smiled.
“A property record.”
My stomach tightened.
Daniel picked it up.
His eyes moved across the page.
Then stopped.
He looked at me.
“What house?”
Chelsea folded her arms.
“The house in Malibu.”
Daniel blinked.
“What?”
Richard leaned against the counter like he was enjoying himself.
“Apparently your unemployed wife bought a house five days ago.”
Daniel looked back at the paper.
The property had cost $4.8 million.
I had bought it through a trust.
I hadn’t planned to hide it forever.
I had bought it because Daniel had once taken me to Malibu on our anniversary and pointed at a small white house overlooking the ocean.
He had laughed and said, “Maybe in another lifetime.”
When I won the lottery, that memory came back to me.
So I bought a larger house three streets away.
I intended to give it to him on his birthday.
Now the surprise sat between us like evidence in a murder trial.
Daniel stared at me.
“You bought a four-million-dollar house?”
“Four-point-eight,” Chelsea corrected.
I snapped toward her.
“Would you shut up?”
“No,” Daniel said.
Everyone went quiet.
He wasn’t talking to Chelsea.
He was talking to me.
“Don’t tell anyone to shut up. I want answers.”
My chest tightened.
“Okay.”
He raised the document.
“You bought this?”
“Yes.”
“With the lottery money?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“For us.”
Daniel shook his head.
“For us?”
“I wanted to surprise you.”
“When?”
“Your birthday.”
“My birthday is four months away.”
“I know.”
“And until then you were going to keep pretending you were unemployed?”
“No.”
“Then when were you going to tell me?”
I hesitated.
That hesitation hurt him more than any answer could have.
Daniel nodded slowly.
“You didn’t know.”
“I was trying to figure out how.”
“No, Maya.”
His eyes filled with tears.
“You were trying to figure me out.”
I couldn’t deny it.
Chelsea’s voice came softly from behind him.
“She was testing you, Dani.”
I glared at her.
Daniel didn’t turn around.
“Were you?”
I took a breath.
“Yes.”
The word came out quietly.
His face collapsed.
Helen whispered, “Oh, sweetheart.”
Daniel stepped away from me.
That hurt more than anything.
I had never seen my husband physically move away from me as though being near me was painful.
“Why?”
“Because I was scared.”
“Of me?”
“Of what money would do to us.”
“You won ninety-seven million dollars and decided the biggest danger was me?”
“No!”
I stepped toward him.
He stepped back again.
I stopped.
“I was afraid of Chelsea. Richard. Your family. Everybody suddenly wanting something. I wanted to know what would happen if you thought I had nothing instead.”
Daniel’s jaw tightened.
“So you created a fake crisis.”
“I know how it sounds.”
“No, Maya. You know exactly what it was.”
He pointed toward the table.
“You told me you were fired. I canceled Chelsea’s gift because I thought we were in trouble.”
Chelsea scoffed.
“Which was still disgusting, by the way.”
Daniel spun around.
“Chelsea, not now.”
She immediately went quiet.
He turned back to me.
“I took overtime.”
My stomach dropped.
“What?”
“You didn’t know?”
I shook my head.
“Because I didn’t tell you. I took four extra shifts this month because I thought you were scared about money.”
My eyes burned.
“Daniel—”
“I was exhausted, Maya.”
“I didn’t know.”
“Exactly.”
That word cut through me.
“You didn’t know because while you were testing me, you weren’t paying attention to what your test was doing to me.”
I covered my mouth.
He was right.
And that was the worst part.
He was completely right.
Richard made a small sound of satisfaction.
Daniel looked at him.
“Why do you have these documents?”
Richard’s smile disappeared.
“What?”
“The lottery claim. The house record. How did you get them?”
Chelsea glanced at Richard.
For the first time since entering, she looked nervous.
Richard shrugged.
“Public records.”
“The lottery form isn’t public.”
Silence.
Daniel’s eyes narrowed.
“How did you get it?”
Richard looked toward me.
“You’d be surprised what people will show you when you ask the right questions.”
My blood ran cold.
“You broke into my information.”
He laughed.
“Don’t be dramatic.”
“You contacted my bank.”
Daniel looked sharply at him.
“You did what?”
Richard’s face changed.
Chelsea stared at him.
“You called her bank?”
He ignored her.
I continued.
“He pretended to represent me. The bank called me last night.”
Daniel turned toward Richard.
“Why?”
Richard straightened.
“Because she knew private information about my business.”
“That doesn’t give you the right to investigate my wife.”
“Oh, now she’s your wife again?” Chelsea muttered.
Daniel snapped his head toward her.
“Enough!”
The room fell silent.
He pointed toward the door.
“If either of you says another word until I ask you a question, you’re leaving.”
Chelsea looked stunned.
Helen whispered, “Daniel.”
“Mom, please.”
He turned back to Richard.
“How did you get the claim form?”
Richard said nothing.
Daniel stepped closer.
“How?”
“I know someone.”
“At the lottery office?”
Richard looked away.
I suddenly remembered the anonymous message.
Congratulations on your jackpot.
Does Daniel know yet?
My skin went cold.
I walked to the kitchen cabinet.
“Maya?” Daniel asked.
I reached above the flour container and pulled down my secret phone.
Chelsea’s eyes widened.
“Another phone?”
Daniel closed his eyes briefly.
I hated what this looked like.
I turned the device on and opened the message.
Then I held it toward Richard.
“Was this you?”
He glanced at the screen.
“No.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
“I don’t care what you believe.”
Daniel took the phone.
His expression changed as he read the texts.
“Who has this number?”
“Only the bank and the attorneys handling the winnings.”
“So someone inside one of those places leaked it.”
“That’s what I think.”
Richard shrugged.
“Maybe you’re not as clever as you thought.”
Daniel stared at him.
“That sounded almost like a confession.”
Richard laughed.
“Call the police if you want.”
“I might.”
Chelsea grabbed Richard’s arm.
“Can we just go?”
“No,” I said.
Everyone turned toward me.
I looked at Richard.
“How much did you pay?”
His eyes hardened.
“For what?”
“The information.”
“I didn’t pay anyone.”
“Then how did you know?”
He smiled.
“Maybe Daniel told us.”
Daniel’s face turned red.
“Don’t drag me into your garbage.”
Richard looked amused.
“Relax.”
Then my secret phone rang.
Everyone stared at it.
Unknown number.
The same number that had texted me.
My heartbeat thundered.
Daniel handed me the phone.
“Answer it.”
I hesitated.
“Put it on speaker,” he said.
I answered.
“Hello?”
Silence.
Then a distorted male voice spoke.
“Mrs. Carter?”
Every hair on my arms stood up.
“Yes?”
“You should be more careful about who you trust.”
Daniel looked at me.
I stared at Richard.
He wasn’t speaking.
The voice continued.
“Seventy-eight million dollars attracts dangerous people.”
“Who are you?”
“You’ll find out.”
The call ended.
Chelsea looked genuinely frightened now.
“What the hell?”
I immediately called the number back.
Disconnected.
Daniel took his phone out.
“I’m calling the police.”
Richard stepped toward him.
“That’s unnecessary.”
Daniel slowly lowered the phone.
“Why?”
Richard realized his mistake.
“I mean, what are they going to do? Someone prank-called her.”
“You seemed awfully interested in stopping me.”
“I’m trying to prevent a circus.”
“A circus?” I said. “Someone knows the exact amount in my account.”
Helen sat down heavily.
“Seventy-eight million?”
Chelsea’s head snapped toward me.
“So you really have seventy-eight million sitting there?”
And just like that, fear disappeared from her face.
Something else replaced it.
Calculation.
I saw it instantly.
Daniel saw it too.
His expression darkened.
“Chelsea.”
“What?”
“Don’t.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t have to.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Oh, come on. We’re talking about seventy-eight million dollars.”
“And none of it belongs to you.”
Her mouth fell open.
“Daniel!”
“No.”
He pointed toward the door.
“We’re done.”
Chelsea stared at him.
“You’re kicking me out?”
“Yes.”
“For her?”
“For myself.”
Helen stood.
“Daniel, maybe we should all calm down.”
“I’ve been calm my whole life, Mom.”
His voice shook.
“I stayed calm when Chelsea called me selfish because I couldn’t afford her gifts. I stayed calm when Richard borrowed eight thousand dollars five years ago and never paid it back.”
Chelsea glanced at her husband.
Daniel continued.
“I stayed calm when you guilted me every time I tried to say no. I stayed calm when all of you insulted Maya because I thought keeping the peace was easier.”
He looked at me.
“And apparently while I was busy trying to keep this family together, my own wife didn’t trust me enough to tell me her life had changed forever.”
His words hit me like a fist.
He opened the front door.
“Everybody leave.”
Chelsea picked up her purse.
Richard didn’t move.
His eyes remained on the black folder.
I noticed.
So did Daniel.
“You heard me.”
Richard finally looked at him.
“You’re making a mistake.”
“What mistake?”
“Choosing her.”
Daniel’s face hardened.
“You don’t get to talk about my marriage.”
Richard smiled.
“You don’t even know your marriage.”
Then he turned to me.
“And Maya still hasn’t told you everything.”
My heart stopped.
Daniel’s eyes came back to me.
“What else?”
I stared at Richard.
I honestly didn’t know what he meant.
Richard smiled wider.
“Ask her who the beneficiary is.”
My stomach dropped.
Daniel frowned.
“Beneficiary of what?”
“The trust that owns the Malibu house.”
I couldn’t move.
Chelsea looked interested again.
“Oh, this should be good.”
Daniel stared at me.
“Maya?”
The answer wasn’t scandalous.
But it was complicated.
“The house is owned by a trust,” I said.
“I understand that. Who gets it?”
“You do.”
Daniel blinked.
Richard’s smile faltered slightly.
“What?”
I looked at Daniel.
“You’re the beneficiary.”
Silence.
“I bought it for you.”
Daniel looked down at the property document again.
Richard clearly hadn’t known that.
For the first time all night, his confidence cracked.
Chelsea saw it too.
“You told me she had hidden it from him because she was planning to leave.”
Richard snapped, “That’s what I was told.”
Daniel’s head lifted.
“By who?”
Nobody answered.
“Richard.”
Richard grabbed Chelsea’s arm.
“We’re leaving.”
Daniel blocked the doorway.
“No. You just said you were told something about my wife’s trust. By who?”
“Move.”
“Tell me.”
Richard’s face darkened.
“You really want to know?”
“Yes.”
Richard stared at me.
Then he said, “Ask your wife’s lawyer.”
I froze.
Daniel saw it.
“What lawyer?”
“My lottery attorney.”
Richard laughed.
“Not him.”
My stomach tightened.
“What are you talking about?”
“The other attorney.”
“I don’t have another attorney.”
Richard studied my face.
Then slowly, his expression changed.
He wasn’t teasing anymore.
He looked confused.
“You seriously don’t know.”
I felt cold.
“Know what?”
Richard looked at Chelsea.
Then back at me.
“The trust documents weren’t filed by your lottery attorney.”
I stared at him.
“That’s impossible.”
“I have the filing.”
“Let me see it.”
He reached inside his jacket.
This time he removed several pages.
I snatched them from his hand.
The first page contained information about the Malibu property.
The trust name.
The purchase date.
My name.
Daniel’s name.
Everything looked correct.
Then I reached the signature page.
My breathing stopped.
The attorney listed at the bottom was someone I had never met.
ROBERT M. HARLAN.
I shook my head.
“I don’t know this person.”
Daniel came beside me.
“Who is he?”
“I have no idea.”
Richard looked almost pleased again.
“Interesting.”
I flipped through the pages.
There was my signature.
Except I had never signed them.
“That’s not my signature.”
Daniel looked at me.
“What?”
“I didn’t sign this.”
Richard scoffed.
“It looks exactly like yours.”
“It’s forged.”
The room went completely silent.
Daniel took the pages from me.
Helen whispered, “Oh my God.”
My mind raced.
My actual attorney had created the trust.
I had signed documents in his office.
If these were different documents, someone had filed something else afterward.
I grabbed my secret phone and called my attorney.
Straight to voicemail.
Again.
Voicemail.
My bank manager.
Voicemail.
I checked the time.
10:18 p.m.
Chelsea suddenly looked nervous.
“Richard, where did you get those papers?”
He didn’t answer.
“Richard.”
“I told you. A contact.”
“What contact?”
“Chelsea, stop.”
“No. You told me you found proof Maya was hiding assets from Daniel. You didn’t say someone was forging legal documents.”
Richard glared at her.
“I didn’t know they were forged.”
I looked at him.
“How much do you really owe?”
His mouth tightened.
“We already went through this.”
“No. Tell me the number.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Tell me.”
Daniel stepped beside me.
“Answer her.”
Richard laughed bitterly.
“Fine.”
He looked at us.
“Six million.”
Chelsea’s face went white.
“What?”
Richard closed his eyes.
She grabbed his arm.
“You told me two!”
He jerked away.
“It grew.”
“How does a debt grow from two million to six?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Oh my God.”
Chelsea stumbled backward and sat down.
Helen rushed toward her.
Richard’s voice rose.
“I was going to fix it!”
“With Daniel’s house?” I asked.
“With time.”
“You don’t need collateral for time.”
His face tightened.
“You need cash.”
I stared at him.
Then something clicked.
The anonymous call.
The leaked jackpot.
The forged trust documents.
Richard’s desperate debt.
“You knew before dinner.”
He said nothing.
“You knew about my money before you asked Daniel to sign over the house.”
Daniel looked between us.
“What are you saying?”
I stared directly at Richard.
“He wasn’t trying to save his salons with our house.”
Richard’s expression changed.
“He knew I had money.”
Daniel’s eyes hardened.
“You planned this?”
Richard laughed nervously.
“That’s insane.”
“No,” I said. “You needed Daniel tied to your debt. Once our house was collateral, you’d have leverage over him. Over us.”
Chelsea slowly stood.
“Richard?”
“Don’t listen to her.”
She looked at him.
“Did you know she won?”
“No.”
“Don’t lie to me!”
Her scream echoed through the apartment.
Richard snapped.
“Fine!”
Everyone froze.
He breathed heavily.
“I heard she had money.”
“How?”
“A guy I know.”
“What guy?”
“He works with financial clients.”
“At her bank?”
Richard said nothing.
Chelsea covered her face.
“Oh my God.”
I immediately dialed 911.
This time Richard moved.
He lunged toward the phone.
Daniel shoved him back.
“Don’t touch her!”
Richard stumbled into the table.
The black folder fell onto the floor.
Documents scattered everywhere.
One page slid near Chelsea’s shoe.
She bent down and picked it up.
I saw her eyes move across it.
Then her face went strangely still.
“Maya.”
I was trying to speak to the emergency dispatcher.
Chelsea stepped toward me.
“Maya!”
“What?”
She held up the page.
“What is this?”
I looked.
It was one of my investment summaries.
“I told you. Investment documents.”
“No.”
She pointed at something near the bottom.
“This name.”
My stomach dropped.
Daniel looked at the page.
“What name?”
Chelsea read it aloud.
“Carter Family Holdings.”
Daniel frowned.
“So?”
Chelsea looked directly at Helen.
“Mom.”
Helen went pale.
Chelsea slowly turned the document around.
Beneath the account information was a list of associated legal entities.
One of them contained a surname.
Harlan.
The same surname as the attorney on the forged trust papers.
Daniel looked at his mother.
“Mom?”
Helen backed away.
“I don’t know anything about this.”
Chelsea’s eyes narrowed.
“Yes, you do.”
“No.”
“Harlan was Grandma’s maiden name.”
The room went silent.
I looked at Daniel.
He looked confused.
“Who is Robert Harlan?”
Helen grabbed her purse.
“We should go.”
Daniel blocked her path.
“No.”
“Daniel, please.”
“Who is Robert Harlan?”
Helen’s eyes filled with tears.
“He’s nobody.”
Chelsea laughed in disbelief.
“Mom, Robert Harlan is Uncle Bobby.”
Daniel stared at her.
“What uncle?”
Chelsea looked at him.
“You seriously don’t remember?”
“I’ve never met an Uncle Bobby.”
Helen whispered, “Chelsea, stop.”
But Chelsea wasn’t listening anymore.
“He was Mom’s brother.”
Daniel looked at Helen.
“You told me you were an only child.”
Helen started crying.
“I had reasons.”
“For lying about having a brother?”
“It was a long time ago.”
My phone was still connected to emergency services.
The dispatcher was asking if we were safe.
I gave the address and said there had been suspected financial fraud and attempted unauthorized access to my accounts.
Then I ended the call.
Helen stared at me.
“You called the police?”
“Yes.”
Her face lost all color.
Not Richard’s.
Helen’s.
That terrified me.
“Why are you scared?” I asked.
“I’m not.”
“You look terrified.”
Daniel stepped closer to his mother.
“Mom, who is Robert Harlan?”
Helen’s hands trembled.
“My brother.”
“And why is your brother’s name on forged documents involving my wife’s money?”
“I don’t know.”
Chelsea stared at her.
“You do know.”
“Chelsea.”
“You always know more than you say.”
Helen closed her eyes.
Then she whispered, “Robert handles complicated financial matters.”
My stomach twisted.
“What kind of financial matters?”
She didn’t answer.
Richard suddenly headed toward the door.
Daniel grabbed his shoulder.
“Where are you going?”
“Home.”
“You’re staying until the police arrive.”
Richard shoved his hand away.
“You can’t hold me here.”
Chelsea stepped between them.
“Richard, did you know Uncle Bobby was involved?”
He didn’t answer.
Her mouth dropped open.
“You did.”
“No.”
“You did!”
She slapped him.
The sound cracked through the room.
Richard stared at her.
Then his face transformed.
The polished businessman disappeared.
The charming brother-in-law disappeared.
He grabbed Chelsea’s wrist.
Hard.
She cried out.
Daniel shoved him away.
I moved toward Chelsea.
Richard backed up.
“Everybody calm down!”
“Get out!” Daniel shouted.
“You just told me to stay!”
“Then sit down and keep your hands off my sister!”
Richard looked around the room.
He was trapped.
And desperate people did dangerous things when trapped.
Then headlights appeared outside.
Blue and red light flashed across the curtains.
Police.
Richard’s eyes changed.
He reached into his pocket.
Daniel immediately stepped in front of me.
“Take your hand out slowly.”
Richard froze.
Chelsea moved away from him.
“Richard?”
He pulled out his phone.
Nothing else.
Then there was a knock at the door.
“Police.”
Daniel opened it.
Two officers entered.
I explained everything as quickly as I could.
The leaked financial information.
The false attempt to access my account.
The anonymous messages.
The forged documents.
Richard’s connection to someone who might work with financial clients.
And Robert Harlan.
One officer began questioning Richard separately.
The other photographed the documents.
Then the officer looked at the forged trust paperwork.
“Mrs. Carter, are you absolutely certain this signature isn’t yours?”
“Yes.”
“And you never hired Robert Harlan?”
“Never.”
He nodded.
“We’ll need your attorney’s contact information.”
I gave it to him.
Then Daniel’s phone rang.
He looked at the screen.
“My number.”
I frowned.
“What?”
He held it toward me.
The caller ID showed my name.
MAYA.
But my regular phone was sitting on the kitchen counter.
My secret phone was in my hand.
Daniel answered cautiously.
“Hello?”
A man spoke.
Daniel put it on speaker.
“Mr. Carter?”
“Yes.”
“My name is Robert Harlan.”
Helen made a sound behind us.
The officer immediately looked toward her.
Robert continued.
“I believe you have documents bearing my name.”
Daniel stared at me.
“Yes.”
“There has been a misunderstanding.”
I stepped closer.
“You forged my signature.”
Silence.
Then:
“Mrs. Carter. I was hoping you were there.”
“Who are you?”
“Someone trying to prevent you from making a very expensive mistake.”
“What mistake?”
“Calling the police.”
The officer raised a finger, silently telling us to keep him talking.
I swallowed.
“You accessed my financial information.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Then why are your documents connected to my property?”
“Because certain arrangements were made before you understood the responsibilities associated with your winnings.”
My skin crawled.
“What arrangements?”
Robert sighed.
“Richard was never supposed to bring those papers to your home.”
Everyone looked toward Richard.
His face went white.
Chelsea whispered, “You liar.”
Robert continued.
“You were supposed to remain unaware until everything was settled.”
My heart pounded.
“Until what was settled?”
“The transfer.”
“What transfer?”
A pause.
Then Robert said:
“Forty million dollars.”
Nobody breathed.
I gripped the phone.
“What are you talking about?”
“The transfer scheduled for midnight.”
I looked at the clock.
10:37 p.m.
Less than ninety minutes.
My voice shook.
“Transfer from where?”
Robert chuckled softly.
“Mrs. Carter, you should check your investment account.”
I opened the banking app on my secret phone.
The password worked.
The account loaded.
For a second, everything looked normal.
Then I saw it.
PENDING TRANSFER.
$40,000,000.
My knees nearly gave out.
Daniel caught me.
“What?”
I turned the screen toward him.
His face went white.
The officer stepped closer.
“Can you stop it?”
I immediately called the bank’s emergency security number.
After several agonizing minutes, someone answered.
I gave my security information.
“My name is Maya Carter. There is an unauthorized forty-million-dollar transfer pending on my account.”
The representative began typing.
Then stopped.
“Mrs. Carter?”
“Yes?”
“There’s a problem.”
“What problem?”
“The transfer has been authenticated.”
“That’s impossible.”
“It was approved using your identification credentials.”
“I did not approve anything!”
The officer took notes rapidly.
“Can you freeze it?”
“I’m trying.”
More typing.
Then the representative said:
“Ma’am, the destination account is held by a private entity.”
“What entity?”
She hesitated.
“Harlan Strategic Holdings.”
Every person in the room turned toward Helen.
Helen started crying.
Daniel stared at his mother.
“Mom.”
She shook her head.
“Daniel, I swear—”
“What did you do?”
“Nothing.”
Robert was still on the other phone.
Still listening.
Then he laughed.
“Ask Helen about 1998.”
Helen screamed, “Robert, shut up!”
And everything stopped.
Daniel slowly turned toward her.
“What happened in 1998?”
Helen covered her mouth.
Robert answered for her.
“That was the year your mother made a deal.”
Daniel went pale.
“What deal?”
Helen shook her head violently.
“Don’t listen to him.”
Robert’s voice became quiet.
“Tell him, Helen.”
“Stop!”
“Tell your son what you sold.”
Daniel stared at his mother.
“Mom?”
She was sobbing now.
Chelsea looked terrified.
“Mom, what is he talking about?”
Robert said five words that changed the entire room.
“She sold Daniel’s inheritance rights.”
Daniel stopped breathing.
“My what?”
Helen sank into a chair.
And Robert continued.
“Your wife’s lottery money isn’t the first fortune this family has tried to hide from you.”
Daniel stared at his mother like he no longer recognized her.
I looked down at the forty-million-dollar transfer counting toward midnight.
Then the banking representative suddenly said:
“Mrs. Carter?”
“Yes?”
“I just found something else.”
My heart hammered.
“What?”
“There was a second transfer authorized today.”
I closed my eyes.
“How much?”
“Thirty-seven million eight hundred thousand dollars.”
I nearly dropped the phone.
That was almost everything left.
“Where is it going?”
The woman went silent.
“Ma’am?”
“Mrs. Carter…”
Her voice changed.
“The destination account isn’t in Robert Harlan’s name.”
“Then whose?”
She hesitated.
And when she finally answered, Daniel’s hand slipped out of mine.
“The account holder is Daniel Carter.”…………
TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 4...
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