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Chapter 468
Chapter 468:
The rejection burned in his chest. The memory of Brogan’s smug face surfaced in his mind. Every instinct in his body urged him to order his driver straight to the hospital and drag her to dinner himself.
But his intellect suppressed the impulse with brutal efficiency.
He knew June. She was a wounded animal who had only just escaped a cage. If he pushed her now — if he made demands of her time while she was still traumatized — she would build a wall of ice between them that no force on earth could break.
“I understand,” Crawford said, his voice perfectly calm and accommodating. “Your pet is the priority. I’ll have my legal team handle the compliance issue internally p>
“Thank you for your understanding, Crawford. I appreciate it,” June said, a quiet wave of relief softening her words.
She hung up.
Crawford lowered the phone slowly. His face was a mask of terrifying, suppressed fury.
He knew Cole was circling her like a rabid dog. He knew Easton Hahn was slithering into her life through legal loopholes and manufactured intimacy. If he backed away now, he was leaving the door wide open for both of them.
𝖢𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇
Crawford pressed the intercom connecting him to the front seat.
“Cancel the reservation at Le Bernardin,” he told his security chief. “Redirect the Ghost Team. I want a full, invisible perimeter established around the Mt. Sinai Veterinary Center p>
His gray eyes fixed on the passing city beyond the window.
“Under no circumstances is she to know they are there,” he added, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Unless she is in physical danger, no one interferes with her life p>
He was changing his strategy. He would stop forcing his way into her schedule. He would become the invisible force governing her world instead — quietly dismantling her enemies and clearing her path — until she had no choice but to understand that he was the only man capable of protecting her.
The armored SUV made a sharp U-turn and headed back toward Love Group headquarters. Crawford was prepared to play the longest game.
At two o’clock in the afternoon, Easton stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of his corner office, looking down at the sprawling concrete jungle of Manhattan below.
He was dressed in a flawless charcoal-gray Tom Ford suit, his gold-rimmed glasses catching the harsh office light. He looked exactly like the ruthless, undefeated legal shark he was.
His senior assistant pushed the glass door open and rushed in, clutching a thick binder of legal briefs.
“Mr. Hahn,” she said, her voice tight with professional urgency. “The final negotiation meeting for the cross-border pharmaceutical merger begins in forty minutes. Your car is waiting downstairs p>
This hearing was the most important event on the firm’s calendar this quarter. A win would bring in a five-million-dollar contingency fee.
Easton did not turn around. He reached into his pocket as his personal cell phone vibrated.
He pulled it out and looked at the screen. A text from June.
Snowball woke up. I am heading to the hospital to see her. Thank you again for last night.