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Chapter 657
Chapter 657:
Standing at the clear glass railing on the second floor, looking down at her, was Grayson.
A violent surge of hope exploded in Belle’s chest. Grayson was here. He had come for her. He was the CEO of SkyLine. He had the power to override Beatrice, write a check on the spot, and pull her back from the edge of this nightmare.
“Grayson!” Belle shrieked, pointing up at the balcony. “Grayson, help me! Tell them! Tell them SkyLine is backing us! Save me p>
Every head in the lobby snapped upward.
𝘈𝘥𝗱𝗂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘷e s𝘵𝘰r𝗶𝘦s 𝗼ո
Carter Harrington looked up. Ellyn Briggs looked up.
Isolde slowly tilted her head back. Her eyes found Grayson’s figure standing in the light.
Grayson looked down. He saw Belle reaching both hands toward him, her face contorted in a desperate, ugly plea for salvation.
Then he looked at Isolde.
Her eyes were dead. There was no anger, no sorrow, no silent appeal for him to do the right thing. She looked at him with the absolute, freezing indifference reserved for a complete stranger.
The pain in Grayson’s chest was agonizing. His heart hammered against his ribs.
If he walked down those stairs and saved Belle now, he would be publicly binding SkyLine to a blacklisted, fraudulent company. The board would crucify him.
But worse than that — if he saved Belle now, the cold indifference in Isolde’s eyes would become permanent. He would lose whatever microscopic, fractured piece of leverage he still held over his wife.
Grayson’s hands shook. He gripped the railing one final time.
He made his choice.
He looked directly into Belle’s desperate, pleading eyes. His face hardened into a mask of absolute, ruthless ice.
Then he turned his back on her.
Without a word, without a single gesture of comfort, Grayson Lancaster walked away from the railing and disappeared into the dark corridor of the second floor, leaving Belle to the wolves.
The echo of Grayson’s footsteps faded into the upper corridor, leaving a heavy, suffocating silence in his wake.
Belle Escobar stood frozen, her arms still raised toward the empty balcony. Her mind had simply stopped working. The man who had promised her the world, the man she had manipulated and catered to for five years, had just looked her in the eye and walked away while she burned.
Her arms dropped slowly to her sides. A low, guttural sound of pure agony tore from her throat.
Cheryl Juarez, who had finally managed to pull herself off the floor, had watched Grayson abandon them. The full reality of their impending bankruptcy crashed down on her at once.
She turned on her daughter like a rabid dog.
She shoved Belle hard in the shoulder.
“You stupid, useless girl!” Cheryl shrieked, her face contorted with ugly fury. “You couldn’t even keep him on a leash! You lost the funding, you lost the Lancaster backing, and you lost my house! You ruined us p>
The physical blow snapped Belle out of her stupor. Her despair instantly mutated into violent, toxic rage.
Belle shoved her mother back, her manicured nails digging into Cheryl’s coat.