No one answered, because the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the marble hallway moments later. The door opened and three men in dark suits walked in, followed by a familiar figure.
“Dad,” Abigail whispered, unable to believe what she was seeing.
Patrick Foster stepped into the room with calm authority, his simple gray suit standing in contrast to the wealth around him. His presence alone silenced the room in a way no one expected.
“This is a private matter,” Edward said, attempting to regain control.
Patrick gave a faint smile that carried no kindness. “I am aware,” he said evenly. “But I am also an investor in your company.”
Caleb’s face drained of color instantly as he looked between them. “What does that mean,” he asked.
Patrick folded his hands calmly. “It means the company is no longer yours,” he replied. “The majority shares were purchased this morning.”
Silence filled the room as the attorney hesitated before confirming it. Vanessa whispered in disbelief while Evelyn’s composure began to crack.
“You are a mechanic,” Caleb said, his voice strained.
“I was,” Patrick answered simply. “I am also her father.”
Evelyn’s voice trembled slightly. “What about the divorce,” she asked.