Inside the elevator, Serena clung to her mother’s arm. “Mom, do you know something you’re not telling me?”
Gina gave her a sidelong look. “Serena, don’t bring this up in front of Eleanor again. What’s done is done—we have to accept it.” As they stepped into the lobby, Gina opened the car door and slid into the back seat.
Serena watched her mother’s car pull away, a cold smile curling on her lips. “Eleanor, did you really think the Goodwin family would be that easy to push around?”
She checked the time. If she wanted to find out where Eleanor was, there was someone who could help—Faye, who worked closely with Eleanor and had recently added Serena on social media.
Serena shot Faye a message. The response came quickly:
“Eleanor’s in a meeting at Meridian Dynamics. You can find her there.”
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Conference room, Meridian Dynamics.
Eleanor sat at the head of the table, deep in discussion. A knock sounded at the door, and before anyone could answer, Serena strode in, her voice ringing out like a command: “Eleanor. I need a word. Now.”
Eleanor lifted her gaze, seeing the hostility written all over Serena’s face. She turned to Byron. “Mr. Chase, excuse me for a moment.”
As soon as Eleanor stepped into the hallway, Joel—her assistant—rose and followed.
Serena stood waiting, eyes flashing with anger. “Eleanor, what the hell did you do to my brother? What kind of spell did you put on him? Why would he hand over eight companies to you?”

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