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Chapter 481
Chapter 481:
A choked, desperate sob tore out of Cole’s throat. The sight of her blood obliterated what remained of his composure. He understood with devastating clarity that she was not bluffing. She was entirely willing to bleed to death on this floor to escape him.
“I will sign! I will sign it!” he screamed, his voice cracking apart. “Just don’t move your hand! Please, June — don’t move p>
His hands were shaking so violently he could barely get his phone out of his pocket. He dropped it, scrambled to retrieve it, and fumbled with the screen.
He dialed the head of his legal department.
𝘞𝗲 𝗎p𝘥𝘢𝘁𝗲 𝖾v𝘦𝗿𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝖾𝗄 𝗼𝘯
The lawyer answered on the first ring. “Mr. Compton, we are reviewing the p>
“Send me the existing divorce agreement drafted by Hahn’s firm!” Cole roared into the phone, his voice completely unraveled. “The one we have been refusing to sign. Email it to me now. If it is not in my inbox in sixty seconds, I will fire every single person in your department p>
He hurled the phone onto the floor. It slid across the marble and came to rest near June’s feet.
“They are sending it,” Cole gasped, tears pooling in his eyes. “It is done, June. You are free. Just drop the glass. Please p>
June stared at him. A massive, crushing wave of dizziness rolled through her. The adrenaline was crashing. Her muscles were screaming with exhaustion.
But she did not lower her hand. She kept the glass pressed against her skin.
She was going to wait until she saw his signature.
The dining room fell into a suffocating silence. The only sound was Cole’s ragged, panicked breathing — and the faint, steady drip of blood falling from her neck onto the marble floor below.
The silence in the dining room was absolute and terrifying.
June stood perfectly still. The jagged edge of the Baccarat crystal remained pressed against the skin of her neck. Her arm had begun to tremble violently from the sheer physical exhaustion of holding the position.
Cole remained kneeling on the floor, his eyes wide and unblinking, locked onto the thin line of blood trailing down her collarbone. He did not dare breathe. He did not dare move a single muscle.
A sharp electronic ping cut through the room.
Cole’s phone, lying on the marble floor between them, lit up. An incoming email from the Compton legal department. The divorce agreement had arrived.
He slowly, carefully extended his hand to pick up the device. He wanted to show her the screen. He wanted to prove he had surrendered.
Before his fingers could reach it, a deafening screech of tires tore through the air outside the mansion.
A moment later, heavy, rapid footsteps echoed through the grand foyer — purposeful, unhesitating, moving with absolute intent.
Easton Hahn appeared in the doorway.
He was wearing a sharp, tailored black trench coat over his suit. He looked like a god of war stepping onto a battlefield.
His dark, predatory eyes swept the room in an instant. He ignored Richard clutching his bleeding arm. He ignored Susan whimpering on the floor. He looked straight past Cole kneeling in the spilled wine.