Chapter 552

Beckett glanced up coolly—yep, Patrick Collins had just been called into the meeting room. No doubt it was Stanton pulling strings again, taking advantage of the moment to corner Patrick for a private chat. Stanton had tried and failed to set up a meeting with him several times before. Guess he was holding out for the perfect chance—like today. Patrick was all business. Bottom line only. And since he didn't have any personal grudges with Beckett, if Beach Group dangled a juicy enough offer, he'd absolutely bite. Now, pretty much everyone was waiting to see Beckett's fall from grace. The guy had always lived on easy street—too smooth of a ride. A lot of jealous people were just itching to watch him crash and burn. Beckett, though? Totally unbothered. He just sat there sipping milk tea with Madeleine, somehow producing a candy out of nowhere like some kind of magician. Madeleine, on the other hand, was visibly anxious. She nudged, careful with her tone: "Beckett, do you really trust Patr