Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 238

This trip would take at least a month or two.

"Then... should I see you off?"

"No," Quentin replied, his tone even.

But his next words made Madeline's heart flutter. "If you come, I won't be able to let you go."

A soft blush crept up Madeline's cheeks.

With a final "Wait for my return," Quentin turned and walked out the door.

Listening to the fading hum of his engine, Madeline felt a bittersweet tug in her chest.

She looked down, pressing the marriage license against her heart.

Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to calm down.

Tomorrow was going to be a monumental day.

She needed a good night's sleep to ensure she was at the absolute top of her game.

By the time Madeline arrived at the office, her team was already running on overdrive.

Today was the official launch press conference for her independently developed product, WOW, and the room was packed with industry media.

Even representatives from several top-tier investment firms had shown up.

Madeline was dressed in a sharp, tailored white skirt suit.

Her long hair was elegantly pinned up, highlighting the graceful curve of her neck.

A pair of simple pearl studs rested perfectly on her earlobes.

Standing behind the backstage curtain, she peered out at the dense sea of attendees, her palms growing slightly damp.

This was her first time hosting a major conference as a board director; claiming she wasn't nervous would be a lie.

But she quickly spotted a few familiar faces in the crowd—Silas Hayden and several veterans from her team were giving her encouraging thumbs-up.

Returning their smiles, Madeline took a deep breath and stepped confidently onto the stage, her heels clicking firmly against the floorboards.

The press conference was a massive success.

Bathed in the spotlight, Madeline commanded the room with effortless charisma.

From the product's core philosophy to its underlying tech architecture.

From market positioning to future roadmaps, her presentation was methodical, backed by rock-solid data, drawing wave after wave of applause.

During the Q&A, a reporter accidentally slipped up and addressed her as "Mrs. Whitman."

Madeline smiled politely and corrected them, "Please, call me Director Monroe, or Ms. Monroe."

The reporter blinked in surprise but quickly adjusted.

"Madeline!"

Lucius's voice boomed down the corridor, dripping with that exact same authoritative, commanding tone he always used.

As if simply calling her name meant she was obligated to stop, turn around, and heel like a well-trained pet.

Madeline didn't even break her stride.

"Madeline, stop right there!"

Closing the distance in a few massive strides, Lucius clamped his hand aggressively around her wrist.

Madeline finally halted, turned around, and met his burning stare with absolute, icy calm.

Her eyes slowly trailed down his face, coming to a dead stop on the hand acting like a shackle on her arm.

"Mr. Whitman. Let go."

Her voice was excruciatingly polite and distant, as if addressing a complete stranger.

"Did you forget the settlement terms? You promised you would never harass me again."

The sheer indifference in her tone felt like a knife twisting in Lucius's gut.

His grip instinctively tightened as he lowered his voice, adopting a veneer of forced, patronizing patience. "I need to talk to you."