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Chapter 346
Chapter 346:
June did not look at Cole. She did not look at Alycia.
She reached out with her good hand and took the digital stylus. Her movements were smooth and completely devoid of hesitation.
Alycia stared at the stylus in June’s hand. The jealousy burning in her chest was so intense it twisted her facial features. She squeezed her hands into tight fists, her manicured acrylic nails digging so deeply into her palms that the skin broke, and a thin line of blood seeped into the creases of her hand.
To maintain her fragile facade of the gentle, forgiving victim, Alycia forced her lips into a smile. It was a grotesque expression that looked far worse than weeping.
June pressed the stylus to the screen and signed her name with fluid, decisive strokes.
Every curve of her signature felt like a surgical blade, slicing away Cole’s pride and his control over her.
A bright green confirmation box illuminated the screen.
“The digital signatures are verified, Madam,” the broker said, wiping his brow. “However, per international banking regulations, the transfer of the ‘Crown of Poseidon’ estate into the Cayman trust will require a mandatory forty-eight-hour escrow clearance before the asset is completely locked and untouchable p>
уо𝘂𝘳 𝘯𝖾x𝗍 𝘧а𝘃𝘰𝘳і𝘁е 𝗋е𝗮d iѕ on 𝗴a𝗅ոо𝗏е𝘭𝗌.сo𝗺
Despite the slight delay, the foundational paperwork was complete. The initial phase of the “Crown of Poseidon” estate officially belonged to June.
Old Mrs. Compton nodded in deep satisfaction. She reached out and gently patted the back of June’s hand, declaring the end of the war without a single word.
Cole stared at the wall screen, watching the ownership title shift in real time. The crushing weight of defeat — combined with the realization that June was slipping completely beyond his reach — pushed his panic to its peak.
At that exact moment, the phone in Cole’s breast pocket erupted in a shrill, aggressive ringtone.
He yanked it out and pressed it to his ear. Within seconds, his face turned the color of ash.
It was a direct line from Wall Street headquarters. A sudden, massive hostile takeover bid had been launched against a key subsidiary. He was needed in the war room immediately.
Cole lowered the phone. He looked at Alycia, his eyes completely devoid of the affection he had performed earlier.
“I have to go back to headquarters immediately,” Cole stated, his voice a harsh, cold bark. “I will have my driver take you home p>
He did not wait for her response. He did not offer a comforting touch.
Cole spun on his heel and marched rapidly toward his private VIP elevator, radiating a dark, suffocating pressure with every stride.
Alycia stood frozen in the middle of the corridor. She watched his broad shoulders disappear behind the closing elevator doors. A sudden, visceral wave of panic crashed over her. She felt completely, utterly abandoned.
Old Mrs. Compton watched the elevator numbers descend. Then she slowly turned her head and looked at the Beasley family. A slow, mocking sneer curled the corner of her wrinkled lips.