Chapter 182
- Lauras Fall,
- The boardroom was cold—too polished, too quiet.
- Laura sat at the far end of the long table, legs crossed, arms folded, red lipstick painted like war paint. Across from her, Derek leaned back in his chair, suit impeccable, expression unreadable. At his side sat Gemma—glowing, calm, her hand resting lightly over her rounded belly.