The door flew open. It slammed into the wall with a thud, and two suited men burst in followed by their butler, Clemton. Claire whirled on the spot, her gaze shifting rapidly between her father and the newcomers. Clemton’s face was pinched in a frown, and he held his hands clasped in front of him. ‘Mr Carlingford. I apprehend you for the crime of fraud,’ said one of the suited men. Claire’s father stood up taller. Rigid.