Chapter 79

Chapter 79 - A Debt Repaid, A Date Arranged

A familiar acrid smell of expensive perfume hit me before I even saw her. Sure enough, when I lifted my gaze from the financial documents spread across the conference table, there stood Eleanor in the doorway, her face contorted with rage.

"You manipulative little witch!" she screamed, storming toward me with her designer heels clicking aggressively against the marble floor. "How dare you steal what belongs to this family!"

My paternal aunt, Martha, who sat beside me reviewing the paperwork for the shares I'd just sold her, looked up calmly. "Eleanor, this is a private business meeting. I suggest you leave before security escorts you out."

Eleanor ignored her, jabbing a finger in my direction. "You think you're so clever, don't you? Plundering the company while Harrison's rotting in jail?"