Chapter 155: Mrs. Woodwell’s Warning

Michael was in his office, attempting to piece together the fractured state of affairs, when his phone rang. Seeing his mother’s number flash on the screen, he braced himself and answered. “Mother,” he greeted, striving to keep his voice steady. “Michael, come to my study immediately,” Mrs. Woodwell’s voice was sharp, laden with authority. “We have urgent matters to discuss.” “I’ll be right there,” Michael replied, feeling an uneasy knot tighten in his stomach. Within minutes, Michael stood outside his mother’s study, knocking softly before stepping inside. Mrs. Woodwell sat behind her imposing desk, her expression a formidable mix of anger and steely determination. “Close the door and sit down,” she commanded curtly. Michael complied, feeling like a reprimanded schoolboy. “What is this about, Mother?” “Quinn,” she spat the name with venom. “She called me today, gloating about possessing documents that could devastate us. Sensitive family documents.” Michael’s eyes widened in s