Chapter 65: Downfall
Carol Blackwood sat in the grand conference room of Blackwood Group. Her perfectly manicured nails were tapping impatiently against the polished mahogany table.
Her lawyers were late.
"Unacceptable." She scoffed in disbelief.
She was a woman of power, a woman of status. When she summoned someone, they arrived. And yet, here she was, left waiting like some commoner forced to sit in silence as the empire she had built crumbled beneath her.
Her wealth was gone.
Her son was locked away in some godforsaken asylum.
And now, all that remained were questions. Questions she demanded answers to.
Suddenly, the door to the conference room finally swung open.
Carol straightened as her sharp eyes immediately locked onto the figure that entered, prepared to unleash every oun
