Chapter 65: Downfall

Carol Blackwood sat in the grand conference room of Blackwood Group. Her perfectly manicured nails were tapping impatiently against the polished mahogany table.

Her lawyers were late.

"Unacceptable." She scoffed in disbelief.

She was a woman of power, a woman of status. When she summoned someone, they arrived. And yet, here she was, left waiting like some commoner forced to ...