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Chapter 341
Chapter 341:
Old Mrs. Compton did not scream. She did not throw a tantrum. The trembling in her hands stopped completely. A terrifying, unnatural stillness settled over her frail body.
She slowly released June’s hand and rose to her full height, leaning her weight onto the silver handle of her cane. Her pale blue eyes locked onto Cole’s arrogant face with the cold, calculating precision of a sniper.
She did not address Cole. She turned her head slightly, fixing her lethal gaze on the sweating broker.
“I do not care what corporate protocols you think you are following,” Old Mrs. Compton commanded, her voice ringing with absolute, unyielding authority. “You will take me to the office of your Global Senior Partner. Right now p>
The broker’s knees physically buckled. He looked like a man standing on the trapdoor of a gallows, acutely aware that denying the matriarch of the Compton family was career suicide.
Cole let out a sharp, dismissive scoff. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at his grandmother with pure condescension.
“Don’t waste your breath, Grandma. You can drag the CEO of Sotheby’s down here if you want. The legal injunction is airtight. The priority right is mine p>
Old Mrs. Compton completely ignored his existence. She raised her cane and pointed the rubber tip directly at the heavy mahogany doors.
“Walk,” she ordered the broker.
𝖱𝘦𝖺𝖽 𝘧𝗿𝘰𝗺 𝘺o𝗎𝘳 𝘱𝗵o𝗇𝗲 𝘰𝗇
The broker swallowed a whimper of panic and practically sprinted to the doors, pulling them open and bowing deeply to usher the old woman and June out of the room.
As they stepped into the hallway, Alycia leaned her body against Cole’s side and trailed her manicured fingers down his lapel, her eyes gleaming with toxic excitement.
“Cole, darling,” Alycia whispered just loudly enough to carry into the corridor. “Why don’t we just sign the preliminary hold agreement right now? I don’t want to wait p>
Cole’s lips twisted into a cruel, victorious smirk. He loved the power he held in this moment. He loved crushing the resistance.
He snatched the sleek black iPad out of the senior broker’s trembling hands and snapped his fingers at a junior assistant hovering nervously in the corner. “Go get a bottle of your best champagne. Put it on my personal account. We are closing this deal in the hallway p>
He wanted to make a public spectacle of his victory. He wanted to humiliate June in front of the entire Wall Street real estate elite.
The long, opulent VIP corridor stretched before them, its thick carpets absorbing every footstep, priceless abstract paintings lining the walls on either side.
The senior broker was leading Old Mrs. Compton and June toward the corner office when the heavy glass doors at the opposite end of the corridor swung open.
Cole and Alycia walked out, moving with the synchronized, predatory confidence of a royal couple. Cole held the sleek black iPad in his left hand. Alycia held a crystal flute of bubbling champagne in her right. The Beasley parents trailed closely behind them.
The two groups were walking directly toward each other in the narrow, enclosed space.