Finnegan
"Get away from my grandchild."
Mother's voice sliced through the cool night air like a whip, cold and dripping with pure disdain as she glared at Abigail.
Just fucking wonderful. First, she had interrupted my moment with Abigail to rant about my choice of hall for the gala and why that was reason enough to fire my assistant.
I had long known that Mother complained simply because she enjoyed it and loved to find fault with everything, but that didn't make it any less irritating.
Richard had been saying something cryptic earlier. I needed to figure out what the hell he meant. What if it had something to do with the shell companies evidence Mother planted on my computer?
And why on earth was Angel even here? She should be back home in bed!
I narrowed my eyes at River, who threw her hands up in defense.
"Didn't you hear me?!" Mother spat. "Angel, get away from that woman right now."
