“According to the document provided by Lucian,” Thompson said, his voice reverberating in the silence, “there is a codicil to James Carter’s will, signed and dated only a month before his passing. It appears the late Mr. Carter made some… revisions.”

Vivien’s face blanched, her carefully crafted composure cracking. “Revisions? What do you mean?” she demanded, her voice tinged with a hint of panic.

Thompson adjusted his glasses, his own composure never wavering. “In summary, James Carter has bequeathed the controlling interest in Carter Enterprises not to Elias or Khloe, but to Lucian.”