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Chapter 422
Chapter 422:
“Is this verified?” the editor demanded, his voice tight.
“Absolutely,” Susan lied without hesitation. “And I have it on excellent authority that Mrs. Eleanor Compton is completely thrilled with her future granddaughter-in-law p>
She dragged Eleanor’s name directly into the mud.
Forty-five minutes later, the internet exploded.
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The Page Six headline was massive and bold: EXCLUSIVE: Wall Street Prince Cole Compton Expecting Heir. Mystery Girlfriend Under Heavy Guard at Top NYC Hospital.
The article featured the stolen photographs alongside a sickeningly polished biography of Alycia’s supposedly perfect background. The story hit the financial sector like a bomb, instantly picked up by Bloomberg and Reuters. Within the hour, it had flooded social media.
In her hospital bed, Alycia watched the news alerts light up her phone screen one after another.
A wide, victorious smile spread across her face.
She had done it. She had trapped him. The entire world now knew she was the future of the Compton empire.
While the New York gossip columns were catching fire, June was dealing with a genuine crisis.
The latest batch of clinical trial data for Apex Bio’s second-generation drug had just come back, and there was a microscopic, highly unusual fluctuation in the resistance markers. It was well within the safety margins, but for a drug designed to save lives, any uncertainty was a serious liability.
June and Brogan left the lab immediately. They needed to establish a preemptive crisis management strategy — and for that, they needed the best media control available.
Twenty minutes later, they stepped off the private elevator onto the top floor of the Love Group headquarters. Brogan glanced at his phone, his brow furrowing at the flood of incoming alerts. “Ignore it,” he said, catching June’s eye. “It’s noise. Let’s deal with our fire first p>
A senior executive assistant greeted them with a polished, professional smile.
“Mr. Clements, Dr. Erickson,” the assistant said, gesturing toward a massive glass-walled conference room. “Please, have a seat. I must apologize — Mr. Love was pulled into an urgent overseas video conference. I will be handling your account today p>
June and Brogan exchanged a brief glance. It was slightly unusual for Crawford to miss a meeting with them, but they let it pass without comment.
They settled into the conference room, and Brogan opened his laptop and began walking through the data fluctuation.
Exactly one wall away, inside his private office, Crawford Love stood completely still.
He was not on an overseas video conference.
He stood in the center of the room, staring at the frosted glass wall separating his office from the conference room. Through the blurred partition, he could make out the faint outline of June’s figure seated at the table.
His chest felt as though it were being compressed in a vice.
He was violently, agonizingly honoring the vow he had made to Cole Compton — the sixty-day vow. He could not initiate any personal contact with June until her divorce cooling-off period had passed.