Chapter 732
Chapter 732:
“If she dies,” Skye said, her voice trembling with the effort not to scream, “I will kill you myself p>
“So dramatic,” Celeste sneered. “Focus on the company, dear. The clock is ticking p>
Paramedics rushed in, pushing Skye aside to get to Harper. Felix was sobbing, holding Harper’s hand as they loaded her onto the stretcher.
Skye watched them go. She looked at the spilled coffee.
This wasn’t a corporate takeover. This was a war. And Celeste Cain had just fired the first shot at the people Skye loved.
Skye turned back to the boardroom. She walked in, her face a mask of stone.
“Arthur,” she said.
“Yes, Skye?” Arthur looked smug.
“Call security,” Skye ordered. “Escort Ms. Cain out of the building p>
“What?” Arthur stood. “Skye, be reasonable p>
“I said get her out!” Skye slammed her hand on the table. “We are not selling. We are not negotiating. And if she sets foot on this property again, I will have her arrested for trespassing p>
Celeste laughed. It was a cold, high sound. “You have six hours, Skye. Tick tock p>
She turned and walked out, her heels clicking like a countdown.
Skye collapsed into her chair. She had bought them time, but at what cost?
She needed money. Four hundred million dollars. And she needed it now.
She grabbed her phone and dialed the only number that mattered.
“Alistair,” she said when he answered. “I need a loan p>
The waiting room of St. Jude’s Hospital smelled of bleach and old magazines. Skye paced the floor, her heels clicking out a frantic rhythm. Felix sat in a plastic chair with his head in his hands, still wearing his coffee-stained shirt.
A doctor emerged, looking weary.
Rе𝗮𝖽 𝗐𝘪𝘁𝘩o𝘂t с𝘂t𝘴 о𝘯 bеlոо𝗏𝗲𝗅s.cо𝗺
“Family of Harper Quinn p>
“We are,” Skye said, stepping forward.
“She’s stable,” the doctor said.
Skye let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.
“It was a neurotoxin. Highly sophisticated. Similar to cyanide, but synthetic. Luckily, the dose was diluted in the coffee. We pumped her stomach and administered an antidote. She’ll need observation for forty-eight hours, but she should make a full recovery p>
“Thank you,” Felix sobbed, slumping back in his chair.
Skye gripped the doctor’s arm. “Can you identify the toxin p>
“We’re running labs,” the doctor said. “But it’s not something you buy at a hardware store. This is military-grade. Or… experimental p>
Experimental. Julian’s word.
Skye walked out of the hospital into the cool night air. Her mind raced. Celeste had used a specific toxin. That meant there was a source. A lab. And if Celeste wanted the Medical Devices Division so badly, the source had to be hidden in the inventory.
She couldn’t wait for the police. They would take weeks to get a warrant, and Celeste would clean house by then.