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Chapter 527
Chapter 527:
The Chief Legal Officer rose to his feet. His legs were unsteady. He wiped sweat from his forehead.
“Mr. Compton,” the CLO began, his voice thinning. “I have an update on Richard and Susan Beasley. The situation is catastrophic p>
Cole tapped one finger impatiently against the wood. “Get to the point p>
“Easton Hahn submitted a flawless chain of evidence,” the CLO said, swallowing hard. “The District Attorney is being extremely aggressive. All bail applications have been denied. The case goes to the Grand Jury next Tuesday. If they are indicted, they are looking at a minimum of fifteen years in federal prison p>
Cole’s eyes narrowed. “Are there any legal loopholes we can exploit p>
The CLO looked genuinely terrified. He knew the answer. He was afraid to say it.
“Sir,” he said quietly. “There is only one viable solution. We need a Non-Prosecution Agreement signed directly by the victim. We need June Erickson to voluntarily drop the charges p>
The moment June’s name left the lawyer’s mouth, Cole’s finger went still.
The air in the boardroom seemed to thin. Breathing became difficult.
The CLO forced himself to continue. “Our only workable strategy is to secure a Non-Prosecution Agreement from Ms. Erickson. With that document, we would have significant leverage to persuade the DA’s office to reduce the charges. Without her cooperation, given the evidence Hahn submitted, the Beasleys are facing the absolute maximum sentence p>
𝘍іn𝖽 n𝗈𝘃𝗲𝘭 𝖯𝖣𝗙s 𝗈𝗇
Cole’s eyes became two shards of black ice. He stared at the CLO with pure, controlled murder in his gaze.
His mind flashed back to the hospital — June holding the jagged crystal against her own throat, the absolute, sickening disgust in her eyes when she looked at him. He knew the truth. June would never sign that document. She wanted the Beasleys to face every consequence available to the law.
But beneath that certainty ran something deeper — a twisted, paralyzing fear. He was terrified of anyone from his world approaching June. Terrified of reigniting her hatred, of being the cause of another collapse.
Cole pushed his chair back and stood. He placed both hands flat on the table, leaning forward and casting a long, oppressive shadow over the entire legal team.
“I will repeat the order I gave you yesterday,” he said. His voice was low and vibrated with violent intent. “No lawyer from the Compton Group. No one p>
He looked at every person in the room, one by one.
“Do not contact June Erickson. Do not call her. Do not email her. Do not go anywhere near her.” His voice rose, filling the glass-walled room. “If anyone approaches her about the NPA, I will terminate them immediately and ensure they never practice law in New York again p>
The CLO sank back into his chair, his face the color of ash.
A junior associate at the far end of the table adjusted his glasses nervously. “But sir — if we don’t approach Ms. Erickson, the Beasleys are going to die in prison p>
Cole’s gaze snapped to the young lawyer like a blade.
“Then let them,” Cole said.