Chapter 23 In The Blackwood Mansion

• Serena Blackwood sat in her extravagant study, her manicured nails tapping an agitated rhythm on the polished chestnut desk. The confrontation with her son and his new “wife” replayed in her mind, fueling her anger.
• “Madame,” her personal assistant, Vivian, entered the room. “Your tea is ready.”
• Serena waved her hand dismissively. “I don’t want tea. I want solutions. Have you gathered the information I requested?”