Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 29

She quickly stepped further away.

When Madeline backed up...

The lead bodyguard's voice cut through the room like ice. "Mr. Prescott said to castrate him."

The intruder's face contorted in sheer terror. Before he could scream another plea for mercy, a sickening strike delivered an agonizing blow to his lower half. He let out a bloodcurdling shriek and instantly passed out from the pain.

Without missing a beat, two men dragged his unconscious body out of the apartment while another efficiently mopped up the pool of blood on the hardwood floor.

Madeline stared in horror. "He lost so much blood, and... he's not going to die, is he?"

"Don't worry," the bodyguard replied calmly. "We are professionals. We know exactly where to draw the line. Please get some rest, Ms. Monroe. Mr. Prescott asked me to tell you that you have absolutely nothing to fear."

With that, the men filed out, closing the repaired door behind them.

Her legs finally giving out, Madeline collapsed onto the sofa.

Her grandmother's dying words suddenly echoed in her mind.

Margaret had tried to tell her there was a massive secret regarding her parentage.

But she had passed away before she could reveal who Madeline's real parents were.

Exactly what kind of connection did she have to this mysterious Quentin Prescott?

-

After a restless night, Madeline dragged herself into the office the next morning.

The first person she bumped into was Liliana.

A flash of genuine shock crossed Liliana's eyes.

But she masked it instantly, acting as though the desperate satellite call from the night before had never happened.

A thrill of absolute joy lit up Victoria's eyes.

Madeline had overshadowed her for years. With her out of the way, and by keeping the temporary mistress happy, a promotion to Chief Engineer was practically guaranteed.

Hearing Liliana's confirmation, Madeline turned to her desk and began packing her equipment.

Seeing her unplugging a tower, Victoria marched over and slammed her hand on the monitor. "Have you got no shame? The company fed you for years, you conspired with outsiders to ruin us, and now you're trying to steal corporate secrets!"

She forcefully shoved Madeline backward. "Don't touch a damn thing! If you're leaving, you leave empty-handed. Did you hear me? You aren't stealing anything!"

Madeline stumbled, catching her balance against a desk, but the surrounding colleagues merely watched with cold, indifferent eyes. No one stepped up to defend her.

"The flash drive is my personal property," Madeline stated firmly. "I brought it in when the company was on the verge of bankruptcy. I custom-built this entire PC with my own money. I owe this company absolutely nothing. If you keep laying your hands on me and trying to steal my personal property, I will call the police."

Just as the vultures in the room leaned in, hoping for a physical fight, Gavin Graves strode into the department.

"Madeline, Mr. Whitman wants to see you in his office."