The morning after Carlos's incident, Mrs. Carter appeared at the Carter Clan Group headquarters dressed in a black suit.
As she walked through the corridor in high heels, all employees held their breath — this chairwoman, who had retreated behind the scenes for many years, now had eyes burning with a chilling determination.
The board meeting lasted less than two hours.
When the conference room doors opened again, Evan Palmer's cronies shuffled out with gloomy faces.
Mrs. Carter stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching their backs as they left the building carrying boxes, her gaze cold as frost.
Meanwhile, the Carter family villa was unusually quiet.
"Maria, I told you, I'm fine."
Emily Parker put down the half-finished calming soup, the ceramic bowl making a slight clink against the tea table,
"You're already a senior in high school, there's no need to take leave."
Sunlight poured through the sheer curtains, casting mottled shadows on her pale face.
