Ana swallowed. Her voice came out as a whisper. "Alexa. Alexa Wyatt."
Jay's face didn't change. But something behind his eyes went cold, hard as stone. He had suspected her. He wasn't surprised.
He leaned back, reaching for his phone. "Luis," he said into it. "Come in."
The door opened. His assistant stepped inside.
Jay looked at Ana. "You have debts. Your father's gambling. How much?"
Ana stared at him, confused. Her hands were trembling in her lap, fingers twisting together. "I—"
"How much?"
She told him. The number was high, higher than she could pay in years, higher than most people would see in a lifetime. But for Jay, it was nothing. A drop in the ocean that was his family's wealth. He didn't even blink.
He nodded slowly. "It's paid. Today. You don't owe them anything."
Ana's mouth fell open. Her eyes went wide, glassy with disbelief. "I don't—I can't—why would you—"
