Chapter 124

"Madeleine, get out here right now!" "You're disgusting! How do you even have the nerve to show your face around Beach Group? Who do you think you are? Get out!" Abigail was still losing it outside, yelling like a banshee. Since she was Clinton's fiancée, none of the execs or security dared to step in. Besides, everyone at the company knew Abigail wasn't exactly the picture of health. One wrong move and if she suddenly fainted or something, no one wanted to take that fall. Madeleine sat stiffly in her chair, nerves eating her alive as she picked at her fingers. She kept sneaking glances at Beckett, but the man didn't even flinch. He stayed fully focused on the files in front of him, like the shouting didn't exist. But clearly, Abigail wouldn't leave without seeing her. "Mr. Beach… she's making a scene. I should go…" Madeleine's voice trembled—she didn't want Beckett to think she was always wrapped up in some mess. "Carl can deal with it." Beckett didn't even bother looking up. He just