Chapter 87

MADISON’S POV Fists clenched tight, fingernails biting into the wrinkles of flesh between them. ‘That wench Kimberly.’ Throwing us out like trash like that, disgracing us in front of her staff. After all the family had ever done for her and she so shamefully discarding us so carelessly in one sweep like that? I settled back on our lovely family sofa, trying to stay calm while Father paced the floor. Our sitting room was large, with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling like huge crystals, but the tension was thick. "Sir," interrupted one of the servants, her arms crossed over her chest. "The shareholders are waiting in the study." Father stopped. His head spun around so quickly that I was sure he would strike me down. "They're what?" he growled. "They—They arrived a quarter of an hour ago, sir. They said it was an emergency." I knew they wanted something. Months of gossiping rumor by all had murdered the company. Invincible Harrington Corporation, a name which even then had some awe in