She only cared about one thing.
Vivian Sinclair shouldn't have exposed Lucia Prescott's scandals, shouldn't have brought shame upon the Prescott Family.
It's truly absurd.
At this point, she had no interest in arguing anymore and turned to leave.
The wind blew from the end of the corridor, lifting a few strands of hair on her forehead.
Lynn Shaw stood there, watching her back, her mind buzzing with anger.
The bodyguard hurried forward to support her: "Madam, are you okay?"
His voice was tinged with concern as he reached out to gently hold her arm.
Lynn Shaw waved her hand, calming her breath.
She forced herself to stand steady, her gaze still fixed in the direction Vivian Sinclair had disappeared.
But the person had long vanished, leaving only an empty corridor.
She really couldn't understand, how could her once obedient and sensible daughter become so unfamiliar?
