Desmond helped me repair the farmhouse, reinforce its basement supports, and survive that difficult first winter. When I showed him the old water surveys, he studied them carefully before saying I had understood the land’s potential before anyone else. I kept the maps hidden from my family. After years of being underestimated, I had learned that some things were safer when Genevieve knew nothing about them.
Then a county inspector arrived following an anonymous complaint claiming my farmhouse foundation had collapsed. If the property were condemned, I could lose everything. After ninety minutes examining the repairs and receipts, the inspector declared the house stable. Aunt Odette soon revealed that my mother had filed the complaint. Genevieve hoped foreclosure would allow one of her companies to purchase my land cheaply. I hired Philippa, an Oklahoma City land-use attorney, who placed the property under an LLC to protect my identity. When the company offered eighteen million dollars, I refused. I told Philippa to demand ninety-two million instead.
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