Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 379

It happened to be the weekend.

The settlement wouldn't be reviewed until the workweek began. If opposing counsel failed to respond within three business days, Tessa would officially file a lawsuit on Madeline's behalf regarding the custody dispute.

One way or another, Lucius would be forced to respond to the settlement.

After being briefed on the timeline, Madeline stated she was perfectly fine with the wait.

That evening, the sections of the estate that Quentin had briefly opened to the public received their final deep clean.

Because they would never be open to the public again.

From now on, the gardens and the mansion would remain an invite-only private sanctuary. There was only one master, and all the roses would bloom exclusively for his beloved.

This display of sheer financial dominance had achieved its exact goal.

Within a single week, Quentin locked down seven or eight massive domestic corporate deals.

These deals would yield massive long-term dividends.

He purchased several skyscrapers for his corporate headquarters.

He also invested in a major international trade firm. Fueled by the capital from the York family and several other massive injections, he rapidly ascended as a powerhouse conglomerate. The original entity had officially rebranded to The Bolt Group.

That afternoon, Madeline and Quentin hosted a farewell gathering for a few departing associates.

Over the past few days, as her memories fully integrated, Madeline had rediscovered her true identity.

She was no longer the insecure, slightly awkward, ordinary woman terrified of being judged for her divorce or for desperately marrying into wealth.

She had undergone a complete internal and external metamorphosis.

She embraced who she really was, emerging with a completely renewed presence.

Just days ago, when Quentin first paraded her around, she had still been incredibly green.

Though she had visually outshone everyone in the room, she had been so guarded she barely spoke a word.

Whether facing direct provocation or police officers trying to arrest her, she had simply hidden behind Quentin.

Letting Quentin dictate every move.

Like a breathtakingly beautiful wooden doll, stunning but devoid of soul.

Today, however, she stepped flawlessly into the role of the lady of the house, independently hosting an afternoon tea party and demonstrating the art of traditional tea whisking to her guests.