Chapter 9 - THE MOTHER'S STORM
At eight o'clock the following morning, a sleek silver limousine pulled up to the stone driveway of the Westchester estate.
Victoria Montgomery stepped out, wearing an expensive grey cashmere coat and oversized sunglasses.
She barged through the front doors, her leather gloves clutching a designer handbag with rigid anger.
"Thomas! Have you completely lost your mind?!" Victoria shouted, her voice echoing in the grand foyer.
Thomas walked down the spiral staircase wearing dark trousers and a grey Henley shirt, looking utterly unbothered.
"Keep your voice down, Mother. Clara is resting upstairs," Thomas commanded in a deadly quiet tone.
"Clara?! You brought that penniless housekeeper into my family's ancestral home?!" Victoria shrieked.
"She is my wife, Victoria, and the mother of my heir," Thomas reminded her, standing tall and unyielding.
"The Vance family has canceled the merger! Stock prices for Montgomery Global fell nine percent at the opening bell!" she raved.
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"Then let the company crumble," Thomas replied coldly. "I choose my family over your greed."
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