On the day of the emergency shareholder meeting, Nathaniel's portrait was officially removed from the manor.
I didn't attend the burial.
Dressed in a pristine white power suit, I walked into the grand conference room carrying the final forensic audit report.
Marcus, out on bail, sat slumped in the second row. In just a few days, he had aged drastically. A patch of his hair had turned completely white, though he desperately tried to maintain his aristocratic posture.
Seeing me, he forced a pathetic smirk. "Victoria, are you really going to burn everything to the ground?"
I slapped the thick dossier onto the podium. "Today, we only discuss facts."
Once the meeting commenced, Jeremy read the findings line by line, exposing a massive scam in the South Bay Project, where Monroe Group's pa
