Chapter 81 Get Out of the Company

Madeline shot Quinn a cold, threatening look. "As for you, stop spreading rumors behind my back," she said. "Watch your tongue, or you'll regret it." With that, she headed straight for the Crimson Loft's entrance without looking back. The evening chill brushed against her face, washing away the stale air of alcohol and revelry. Madeline pulled out her phone and forwarded the freshly captured photo to Elliot. As she did, a mocking smile played on her lips. … The next morning, the air in the conference room at Resonance Jewelry was so heavy it felt suffocating. Shareholders sat flanking the long table, their expressions stony and grim. Half-burnt cigarettes dangled from their fingers, the ash falling onto the table unnoticed. Charlas sat at the head of the table. His well-tailored suit did nothing to soften his grim expression, yet beneath it lay the smug confidence of a man who knew he had already won. Shea, on the other hand, stood in the corner. Forehead damp with sweat, her