Ava's POV:
"Mr. Kensington, everything is ready," one of the escorts reported.
Richard lifted his hand in a sharp, controlled signal.
The bodyguards immediately surged forward and restrained Luke and Beatrice in a tight, unbreakable grip.
Beatrice screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice tearing through the freezing wind.
"Don't you dare touch me! My father is Samuel Ellington of the Ellington Group!"
She struggled violently, her nails scratching across a bodyguard's uniform as she thrashed in panic.
Richard didn't even blink as he calmly adjusted the thermal blanket wrapped around my shoulders, tightening it against the biting cold.
His voice dropped low and cold.
"The Ellington Group?" he said flatly. "Starting today, there is no Ellington Group."
