Chapter 19

Tyler's pov

I hurried through the polished corridors of Marshal's Fundings, Los Angeles' foremost hedge fund organization. The board meeting was slated for 3 p.m., and I was already eight minutes late. Despite my swift pace, my mind was still preoccupied with the earlier unexpected encounter with Madison's brother. I couldn't shake off the deep concern I felt for Madison's ailing mother.

Upon reaching the opulent boardroom, the tension was palpable, and the room buzzed with the conversations of the board members. I took my seat at the head of the table, and the board members fell into a respectful silence. I cleared my throat and spoke in my characteristic composed tone, "Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for the delay. Thank you for your patience. Now, let's proceed."

The room filled with the sound of rustling papers as everyone retrieved their meeting agendas. The meeting had a packed agenda, but I had a nagging thought lingering at the back of my mind. I knew I had to balance my