She turned on her heel, prepared to walk out, and take her complaints to her father-in-lawl. But before she could reach the door, Spencer exhaled slowly, suppressing the guilt that weighed heavily on him all the time. His voice was calm when he spoke up. "It's not about moving on, Mother. It's about losing the advantage."
Madam Collins halted in her tracks, her brow furrowed as she turned back to face him. "What are you saying?" she asked suspiciously.
Spencer leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming against the closed file in front of him. "By spreading rumors about FineArt, you've already exposed your plans. Melanie is no fool when it comes to business. If anything, she thrives in adversity. The biggest example being ABC. She has already begun stabilizing things—handling customers, reassuring employees, and making adjustments that will keep LuxeArt afloat. She won't sit back and wait for us to take advantage of her weaknesses."
