Chapter 122

Beach Group. Madeleine sat quietly with her tray, poking at some fruit. She clearly didn't have much of an appetite. "Eat more. You're skin and bones already. Being Beach's assistant, you gotta be ready for some serious work," Carl muttered, half-joking as he dissed their boss. Madeleine gave a soft "Mm" and nibbled a bit more. She seemed only interested in the cherries, strawberries, and slices of sweet peach. In front of Alex sat a bland plate of plain boiled chicken breast—zero oil, zero flavor. He didn't even bother with his own food. Instead, he used his fork to take fruit straight from Madeleine's tray. The move was casual but clearly suggestive. Obviously, Alex was doing it on purpose to rile up Beckett. Everyone knew Beckett was a clean freak. Alex's move? Totally meant to provoke. And Beckett? No way he'd ever stoop to that kind of behavior. "I heard Beckett's got OCD or something. Apart from Jenny, haven't heard of him touching any other woman," Alex said, watching Beckett's