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Chapter 722
Chapter 722:
Alistair raised his champagne glass and smiled warmly at the crowd, as though the violent eviction had been a minor inconvenience, nothing more.
“A minor distraction,” he announced smoothly. “Please — let us raise a glass to the next century of Lancaster prosperity p>
The guests eagerly raised their glasses. The orchestra launched immediately into a lively waltz. The glittering, artificial surface of the evening sealed itself back up.
Grayson slowly withdrew his hand from Isolde’s waist. His palm was slick with cold sweat. He had saved his stock price. But as he studied Isolde’s profile in the stage light, he understood with absolute clarity that he had just permanently destroyed the last shred of his dignity as a man.
W𝘩at 𝗲𝘷е𝘳𝘺o𝗻e i𝘴 𝗿𝖾𝗮𝖽𝘪n𝗴 о𝗇
The side doors of the Waldorf Astoria were shoved open with brutal force.
The Blackwater guards threw Belle and Cheryl forward. The two women stumbled and crashed hard onto the freezing concrete steps of Park Avenue.
A violent autumn storm had broken over Manhattan. Sheets of freezing rain poured from the black sky, and the icy water instantly soaked through Belle’s ruined white dress, plastering the expensive fabric to her shivering skin.
Belle tried to stand. Her high heel snapped on the wet concrete. She fell hard onto her hands and knees, the rough stone scraping the skin from her kneecaps and tearing her silk stockings open. The heavy rain dissolved her waterproof mascara, sending thick black streaks running down her pale cheeks like tar.
The head security guard stood at the top of the steps, glared down at them for a moment, then turned and walked back inside. The heavy metal door clicked shut and locked behind him.
The paparazzi, who had been waiting behind the police barricades, smelled fresh blood. Dozens of photographers broke the line and swarmed the steps like starving wolves. Blinding white flashes exploded in the dark rain. Reporters shoved digital recorders and microphones inches from Belle’s wet face, shouting questions designed to inflict maximum psychological damage.
“Ms. Escobar! Were you just physically thrown out by the Lancaster family p>
“Is it true Grayson Lancaster officially chose his wife over you tonight p>
“How will being labeled a public homewrecker affect your upcoming VC funding rounds for InnoTech p>
Every word was a serrated blade driven straight into Belle’s ego. The total destruction of her public image made her chest heave with suffocating panic.
Belle covered her face with her muddy hands and curled into a ball on the wet concrete. “Get away from me!” she shrieked. “Stop taking pictures! Leave me alone p>
Cheryl was soaked to the bone, her expensive hairdo flattened against her skull. But she was not thinking about her daughter’s feelings — she was terrified of losing her luxury lifestyle.
She grabbed Belle’s bare arm and yanked her violently upright. “Stop crying on the ground, you useless idiot!” Cheryl screamed over the roar of the rain. “You couldn’t even keep a man in your bed! How did I give birth to such a failure p>
The vicious insult snapped the last wire in Belle’s brain.