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Chapter 516
Chapter 516:
The interior of the Porsche Panamera was completely silent, save for the low, powerful roar of its engine. The uncapped Montblanc fountain pen lay on the floor mat — a quiet testament to June’s irrevocable decision. Easton glanced at it, a flicker of dark approval crossing his eyes, before his focus returned to the road. He understood. There was no turning back.
June ignored the pen entirely. She pulled her phone from her coat pocket, opened her encrypted communication app, and dialed a joint conference line.
Two rings. The head of the legal department and the director of supply chain management at Apex Bio answered simultaneously.
“This is June Erickson,” she said. Her voice carried the absolute authority of the shadow chief scientist.
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“Ms. Erickson. What are your orders?” the legal director asked immediately.
“Terminate all existing contracts with any medical packaging factories owned by the Beasley enterprise,” June said, watching the Manhattan traffic blur past the window. “Effective immediately p>
A brief, stunned silence fell over the line.
“Furthermore,” she continued, her tone flat and clinical, “initiate a full breach of contract review. Freeze the twenty million dollars in pending payments we currently owe them. Do not release a single cent p>
No one dared to question her. They knew her value to the company.
“Understood, Ms. Erickson. We will execute the freeze immediately,” the supply chain director replied.
June ended the call.
Easton kept his hands on the steering wheel, listening as she methodically dismantled the Beasley family’s primary source of income. The smile on his face deepened.
“You might want to leak news of their arrest to a few rating agencies on Wall Street,” he said softly, eyes still on the road. “Just to accelerate the process p>
June understood his intention immediately. She opened her contacts, typed out a brief, anonymous message, and sent it to three senior financial editors she knew from the biotech summit circuit.
Miles away, in lower Manhattan, the atmosphere was entirely different.
The top-floor trading room of the Love Group headquarters was vast. Giant electronic screens covered every wall, flashing with endless rows of red and green data.
Crawford Love stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down at the streets below, a crystal glass of whiskey in his right hand. His dark eyes were completely still.
His chief of staff crossed the trading floor rapidly.
“Boss,” he said in a low voice. “News just broke on the internal networks. Richard and Susan Beasley were arrested by the NYPD on multiple felony charges p>
Crawford let out a cold, humorless laugh. He took a slow sip of his whiskey. He knew precisely who had orchestrated the arrest. Easton Hahn. But Crawford had no intention of allowing a lawyer to take sole credit for protecting June.
He turned to face the room.
“Listen to me,” Crawford said. His voice cut through the ambient noise like a blade.
The typing stopped. Every trader looked up.
“Deploy one billion dollars in leverage,” Crawford stated, his tone stripped of any warmth. “I want a comprehensive short sell on the Beasley family’s parent company. Dump everything p>
The traders turned back to their terminals. Their fingers moved with frantic precision.
Massive sell orders hit the market like a sudden storm.