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Chapter 465
Chapter 465:
Brogan studied the dark circles beneath her eyes and the slight tremor in her hands. He understood she was running on pure adrenaline and stress. He swallowed the bitter taste of rejection and nodded slowly, keeping his composure intact.
“I understand. I will take the brooch back. But my support for you will not change p>
He walked to his private wet bar, poured a glass of warm water, and brought it to her — a small gesture aimed at easing the weight in the room.
“Actually,” Brogan said, his expression turning grave. “There is something important I needed to tell you today p>
He took a measured breath. He wasn’t going to press her with feelings — not now. But he needed her to understand that he was more than a suitor; he was a shield. “June, what happened to your pet was a targeted attack. I want you to know that the full security and intelligence apparatus of the Clements Group is at your disposal. I will find whoever did this to you p>
He opened his mouth to continue — to promise her absolute safety.
The heavy mahogany double doors burst open.
Brogan’s executive secretary rushed into the room, clutching a tablet to her chest, her face pale.
“Mr. Clements, I am so sorry to interrupt,” she gasped. “The Love Group acquisition deal has just hit a critical roadblock. Mr. Crawford Love is on the secure video line waiting for you right now p>
𝗤𝗎a𝗅it𝗒 𝘵𝗋𝗮n𝘀𝗹𝘢t𝗂𝗼ոѕ 𝗼𝘯
The promise of protection died in Brogan’s throat. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, his jaw tightening.
June set the glass of water down on the desk.
“I should go,” she said, taking the opening without hesitation. “Thank you for understanding, Brogan p>
She turned and walked swiftly out of the office, leaving the heavy lockbox — and Brogan’s unfinished offer — behind her.
The heavy mahogany doors clicked shut behind June.
Brogan stood in the middle of his office and yanked aggressively at the knot of his silk tie, loosening it from his throat. He walked back to his desk and dropped into his leather chair.
He pressed a button on his control console.
The giant LCD screen covering the entire left wall flickered to life. Crawford’s face appeared at its center.
Crawford was seated in the back of his armored SUV, the blurred Manhattan skyline rushing past the windows behind him. His face was a mask of cold, predatory calculation, his gray eyes sharp enough to cut glass.
Brogan forced his personal frustration down and pulled on his ruthless Wall Street CEO composure.
“Crawford,” he said, his voice flat. “I have reviewed the latest terms for the Boston biotech merger p>
He typed rapidly on his keyboard and sent a heavily modified contract file directly to Crawford’s secure terminal.
“To thank you for saving June’s life during that car crash in Boston,” Brogan stated, his tone laced with territorial dominance, “I have decided to concede five percent of the core profit margins to the Love Group in this acquisition p>