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Chapter 663
Chapter 663:
For five agonizing minutes, Isolde stood in absolute silence, letting the device capture every disgusting, defamatory word. She let them name their sources. She let them laugh about Effie being thrown out onto the street.
Finally, the stall doors unlocked.
Two women in expensive silk gowns stepped out, chatting loudly about their upcoming trips to Aspen. One reached into her purse for a tube of Tom Ford lipstick and looked up at the mirror.
She saw Isolde standing directly behind her.
The woman gasped. Her fingers went limp. The gold lipstick tube struck the marble floor with a sharp, echoing crack.
The second woman turned. All color drained from her face instantly. Her jaw dropped open.
The restroom fell into a suffocating silence.
Isolde picked up her phone, tapped the screen to end the recording, then deliberately pressed the cloud backup icon, ensuring the audio file was permanently secured.
She turned slowly to face the two women.
T𝗁𝗈𝘶ѕ𝗮𝗇𝘥𝗌 𝘰𝖿 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝗱𝖾𝘳ѕ о𝗻
“Isolde,” the first woman stammered, her chest heaving with sudden, violent panic. “We — we didn’t know you were in here p>
Isolde looked at them. Her eyes were not angry. They were dead — the eyes of an executioner.
“Your husband is the Vice President of Operations at Vanguard Logistics,” Isolde said to the first woman, her voice a soft, chilling whisper. She turned her gaze to the second. “And your husband is the senior partner at the Sterling Law Group p>
Both women began to shake. Their breathing turned ragged.
“Both of your husbands are currently in the final bidding phase for the SkyLine Technologies external outsourcing contracts,” Isolde stated. She took one slow, deliberate step forward. “Arland Roth respects my technical evaluations above all else. Do you really believe that if I were to casually mention to him that your husbands’ companies are associated with spreading malicious, defamatory lies about his lead engineer’s family, those bids would survive the week p>
“Please,” the second woman begged, tears welling in her eyes. “It was just stupid gossip. We didn’t mean it p>
Isolde took another step forward. The women shrank back against the sinks.
“If a single word about my daughter’s genetics appears in any Manhattan tabloid,” Isolde whispered, the coldness in her voice freezing the marrow in their bones, “if I hear even a whisper of this lie at any country club or private school p>
She tilted her head.
“I will send this audio file directly to Arland Roth. I will personally ensure that your husbands’ companies are permanently blacklisted from every major tech contract in this city. You will lose the houses in the Hamptons. You will lose the memberships. You will be nothing p>
The first woman let out a muffled, pathetic sob. She bent at the waist, bowing her head in complete submission.
“We won’t say a word,” she wept. “I swear to God, we won’t say a word p>
Isolde regarded them with profound disgust. She turned her back, pushed the heavy oak door open, and stepped back into the noise of the gala.
She moved through the crowd, her mind working with lethal speed.