***LIZABETH'S POV***
Adrian walked out of the boardroom as well, his male secretary trailing after him. He didn't glance in my direction, and I made no effort to draw his attention.
Instead, I turned down the same hall Father had taken, determined to reach him before he left the Carter Holdings premises.
The latch, Landon, still followed me, clinging to my shadow like the irritating thorn he'd become. At least there were no media personnel or paparazzi loitering around the company grounds to capture the sore expressions on my face and I was grateful for that.
This was one of the things I admired about the Carters—they ran a tight ship. Unlike my family's company, where we'd be wading through reporters like flies on rotting fruit, Carter Holdings kept intrusions at bay. No journalist dared set foot here uninvited. Maybe it was the Crimson Moon Pack's formidable power, maybe their wealth but either way, outsiders kept their distance.
