My Son Froze My Cards to Control Me. He Thought He Ran the $42 Million Empire—Until the Bank Called Me.

Auto Group. That’s Warren’s legacy. That’s—”

“That’s a business,” Karen interrupted. “Not a shrine. Warren’s dead, Nora. He doesn’t care anymore. And frankly, neither should you. Thirty-eight million dollars is an incredible offer. We’d be stupid to pass it up.”

“You’d be stupid?” I asked. “This isn’t your decision to make. I’m the majority owner. I’m continue reading …