Chapter 80: Breaking Point

Adams Hemsworth sat behind his mahogany desk, fingers pressed into his temples, the screen in front of him displaying red numbers and a slowly plummeting stock chart. He didn’t need the charts to tell him what he already knew—things weren’t looking good.

The door creaked open, and his mother, Marina, entered, elegant as always, dressed in a deep violet suit and dripping with quiet power.

He barely looked up. “If you’re here to remind me that I’ve messed up, save it. I’m not in the mood.”

“I’m not here to remind you of anything,” she replied smoothly, shutting the door behind her. “I came because I...