The man fumbled with his phone, quickly rattling off an account number. Without hesitation, I transferred the $300,000.

"Now, the IOU," I demanded, holding out my hand.

They handed it over begrudgingly, one of them muttering under his breath, "Damn, didn’t think you were this rich."

I met his gaze, my voice cold and firm. "I’m not just rich—I have connections. If you ever come back to harass her again, you might hold the money, but I ...