Chapter 140 You Don't Trust Me

Nancy pulled into the underground garage of First National Bank. She opened the trunk and stared at the case inside. When she reached for it, her hand hesitated for a beat. Sebastian was too cautious, too calculating. The timing of everything today felt like more than a coincidence. Could it really be a coincidence? She unlatched the mahogany case he had handed her that morning. After a pause, she lifted the lid. Inside lay a bracelet. The emerald wasn't exceptional, the quality not top-tier, but its age was clear. It was an old piece, decades old at least. Her gaze shifted to the wooden box holding the ashes. In that instant, her decision was made. She lifted the urn out and placed it gently in the corner of the trunk. Then she set the mahogany case back in the center of the carrying case and closed it. Only after everything was in place did she shut the trunk, pick up the much lighter case, and head toward the elevators. As she entered the elevator, a black Bentley rolled q