Chapter 713

"Beckett, under your leadership this company's pretty much falling apart. You sure you still have the right to say I'm not qualified?" Clinton glared at Beckett, his tone taut with anger. "I'll prove I've got what it takes—with results." Beckett let out a cold scoff. "Got what it takes—to breed?" Clinton was fuming, wanting to argue back, but it was a video call. All he could do was stare at the screen or, at best, smash his laptop. Madeleine looked at Clinton indifferently. "What, did some time inside actually teach you something? Or is that place where you found your backbone?" Clinton clenched his fists tightly, head down, not daring to meet her eyes. Whether he'd been in holding or behind bars—it wasn't a place any normal person could tolerate. But he'd made her sit in there for five whole years… "Mr. Hale," Gregory said grimly, breaking the tension. "Francis has already signed the share transfer agreement. There's no point in trying to stop this any longer." He threw the signed de