He Served Me Divorce Papers On My Birthday, Not Knowing My Multi-Million Dollar Settlement Check Arrived That Morning

The rear door of the limousine didn't just open; it was ushered open by Arthur Vance himself. The silver-haired lawyer stepped out into the rain, unbothered by the wet, holding a large black umbrella. He looked like a shark in a tuxedo.

Richard scrambled down the steps, his cheap shoes sliding on the wet pavement. "What is this? Is she being arrested? Did she steal something? I told you, officer, I have no part in her debts!"

Vance ignored him completely, walking past Richard to hold the umbrella over me. "Mrs. Miller. Your suite is ready. I apologize for the weather."

Richard froze. "Mrs. Miller? Suite? Who the hell are you?"

Vance turned slowly, his eyes cold and predatory. He reached into his breast pocket and extracted a business card made of thick, cream stock. He handed it to Richard like one might hand a child a dangerous toy.

"Arthur Vance. Attorney at Law. I represent the Estate of Loretta Miller's late father."

Richard scoffed, looking at the card. "Her father? That deadbeat died broke in a charity ward."

"On the contrary," Vance said, his voice smooth as silk. "He died a plaintiff in a very significant class-action lawsuit. One that has just been settled."

Richard’s face went pale. He looked at me, then the car, then back to Vance. "Settled? How much?"

I stepped into the dry, leather-scented warmth of the limo. Vance held the door, looking down at Richard with a polite smile.

"We will be in touch regarding the eviction of my client's tenant," Vance said. "You have thirty days to vacate the premises."

He slammed the door before Richard could scream.