The thought made him sick. Louis had been his father’s closest friend, the one he would consider above all reproach. Louis had been the one who’d stood by him at his father’s funeral, who’d helped arrange things because Rene and his mother had been reeling from the sudden death. Louis had stepped in when Rene had to take his mother in for chemo treatments, and when he himself had been in the hospital, and in the long months recovering from the accident.

Had being in charge gotten to Louis? He’d given years and years to the company and to the family, but he wasn’t the boss. Maybe he was sick of being the right hand of the king. Maybe he’d had a taste of being the king and wanted it for himself.

“Your father’s been gone for three years,” Remy pointed out.

“And my mother has access to a hundred-million-dollar fortune all on her own.” It was a fortune any number of men would love to get control of and potentially run through as fast as they could.

He hadn’t thought of his mother ever wanting to date. He’d thought she would be like Marcelle and Delphine, having adventures with her friends and enjoying her family.

Last year he’d thought she wouldn’t be around to enjoy her family. He’d thought he would lose her, too, and he would be alone in the world.

He wasn’t going to allow anyone to take advantage of his mother.

“All right, I can see the need to be careful, but this is a man you’ve known your whole life.” Remy sounded an awful lot like Sylvie, but then neither of them had grown up being warned time and time again that everyone was out to take advantage of them. Neither had to wade through the swamp of toxic family politics.

“I still have to make sure he’s not looking for my mother’s money. I don’t want her to get her heart broken,” he explained. “She didn’t date much before she married my father. She’s been through a lot in the last few years, and I don’t want her getting hurt. There’s also the fact that I’ve got someone in my company who’s handing over our bids to my cousin, and Louis is in a perfect position to do it. I need you to tell me if he’s in financial trouble or if he’s had any odd dealings I should know about, especially anything with Charles.”

“I can check into it,” Remy promised. “I’ve got a friend in Dallas who can look into his financials to see if he needs money, and I’ll find someone who can tail him for a few days.”

“I appreciate it.”