Chapter 115: The Queen Strikes Back
The garage was cold, smelling of oil and gasoline.
Beatrice was on her high heels, arms crossed tightly over her chest, staring at Mike as he shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other.
Her sharp features were like ice, but her eyes burned with fury.
"What is it, Mike?" she snapped, her voice cut through the silence. "If this isn't important, you've wasted my time."
Mike swallowed hard, tugging nervously at his collar. "It's important. Henry… he's moving forward with the divorce. He's hired Adrian Cane."
Beatrice's lips curled into a bitter smile.
"Oh, Adrian Cane. Of course, he did. The dog always knows which master to follow. And Henry…"
Beatrice took a deep breath.
"He thinks he can simply discard me? Like a broken toy?"
Mike hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal.
"He… he's planning to leave you with nothing, Beatrice. No money, no property, no power."
