Chapter 162

Beckett's home. The moment he got home, Beckett powered off his phone. Stanton could go nuts calling all he wanted—Beckett wasn't listening. Out of sight, out of mind. Simple. "Mr. Beach…" Madeleine hesitated. "It's after hours," Beckett said, tapping his watch. Madeleine looked down, took a breath, and lifted her gaze. "Beckett… have you thought about an exit plan?" "You have something in mind?" Beckett gave a small grin. "I'm saying… you'd better plan ahead. Worst-case scenario—if Stanton panics and hands over your rightful shares to Clinton…" Madeleine's voice was quiet but firm. "Beach Group is what it is today because of me," Beckett said, full of conviction. If Stanton couldn't see that, maybe he needed a wake-up call. "As for a backup plan…" He went quiet for a moment, then added, "I promised to keep you safe, and I meant it. I'm not about to let you go down again." When Beckett promised something, he followed through. His rose would bloom again—he'd make sure of it. And he had