THE BILLIONAIRE POSED AS A CAB DRIVER TO CATCH HIS WIFE CHEATING, BUT HER SECRET CONVERTED HIS ENTIRE WORLD INTO CHAOS!

The drive back to downtown Dallas was executed with tactical precision. Ethan used his personal phone to call Marcus Hayes, the chief legal counsel for the Dallas Drivers' Union and a man who had owed Henry Mercer his career.

""Marcus,"" Ethan spoke through the cab’s hands-free speaker while navigating the slick downtown bypass. ""I need you, two armed federal marshals, and the senior representative from the Texas State Bar Association on the thirty-second floor of Mercer Tower at exactly one-fifty-five. Don't announce yourself to the front desk. Use the freight elevator key Henry gave you ten years ago.""

Marcus didn't hesitate. ""Ethan? What the hell is going on? Grant called an emergency executive board meeting for two o'clock. He told the board members you suffered a severe emotional breakdown regarding a family matter and that he was assuming temporary executive chairmanship.""

""He lied,"" Ethan said coldly. ""He's about to commit corporate treason in front of witnesses. Be there.""

Next, Ethan dialed Frank Delaney at the Oak Cliff garage.

""Frank,"" Ethan said as the yellow cab idled at a red light two blocks from Mercer Tower. ""I need you to bring Cab 1 through 10 down to the main entrance of Mercer Tower. Block the executive drop-off lane. Block the underground garage exits. Don't let a single luxury sedan leave that property until I come down.""

A hearty, thunderous laugh came through the speaker. ""The old man’s cavalry? Hell, Ethan, the boys have been waiting ten years for an excuse to park our yellow cabs on that marble plaza. We’re rolling right now.""

Ethan hung up and looked at Claire. She sat in the passenger seat now, holding the thick envelope tight against her lap. Her color had returned, replaced by a fierce determination. She had spent the last two years enduring subtle insults from Margaret Mercer and condescending smirks from Grant at every family dinner. Today, she was no longer the defenseless former housekeeper. She was the mother of Henry Mercer’s grandchild, and she was ready for war.

""Are you ready for this?"" Ethan asked gently, squeezing her hand.

""I’ve been ready since the day your family made me feel like I was nothing,"" Claire said softly, her eyes blazing. ""Let’s end this, Ethan.""

At one-forty-eight, Yellow Cab 27 pulled onto the polished granite circle of Mercer Tower. The private valet rushed forward, waving his arms in irritation at the sight of a beat-up yellow taxi parking in the executive lane.

""Hey! You can't park that eyesore here! Move it out before I call tow—""

The valet stopped mid-sentence as the driver’s door opened. Ethan Mercer stepped out into the rain. He tossed his keys to the stunned young man.

""Keep it running, son,"" Ethan said casually.

Ethan walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, and offered his arm to Claire. Together, dressed in wet rain gear and cabbie wool, they walked through the grand revolving doors of Mercer Tower.

The lobby was a cathedral of glass, bronze, and Italian marble. Behind the security desk, two guards jumped to their feet, their eyes bulging as they recognized the CEO walking side-by-side with the very woman Grant had ordered them to ban from the premises thirty minutes earlier.

""Mr. Mercer!"" the head of lobby security stuttered. ""We... we were told you wouldn't be in today. Mr. Grant instructed us that Mrs. Mercer wasn't permitted in the executive elevators—""

Ethan didn't break stride. He fixed the guard with a stare that made the man swallow his words. ""Press the master key for the private express elevator to the thirty-second floor. Now.""

The guard reached down with a trembling hand and turned the override key. The gold-plated elevator doors slid open immediately.

Ethan and Claire stepped inside. As the elevator began its silent, high-speed ascent to the boardroom, Claire took a deep breath, clutching the envelope containing Henry’s final will.