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Chapter 735
Chapter 735:
“We can’t!” the PR director cried through the phone. “The capital backing this campaign is ten times our size. The media won’t take our money because the evidence is absolute proof p>
A low, rumbling noise began to vibrate through the floorboards.
Belle walked slowly toward the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the street.
The entrance to the InnoTech building was completely surrounded. Hundreds of paparazzi and furious retail investors pressed against the glass doors, holding massive cardboard signs demanding Belle face prison. The building’s security guards were being pushed backward by the sheer weight of the crowd.
𝘋𝗂𝘀𝖼𝗈v𝖾r 𝗵𝗂𝘥d𝖾n 𝗀е𝗆𝘀 оn
Belle’s private cell phone buzzed on the desk. It was one of the elite Manhattan socialites she usually drank champagne with. She snatched it up, desperate for an ally.
“Hello?” she cried.
The line went dead. The woman had called only to confirm Belle’s phone was still on — so she could laugh at her downfall from a safe distance.
A suffocating, icy terror wrapped around Belle’s heart. Her legs gave out. She collapsed into her leather office chair, her entire body shaking.
She knew exactly who had orchestrated this. Only Isolde Carson possessed this level of terrifying intelligence combined with such absolute, surgical execution.
Belle bit down on her lower lip until she tasted copper. A twisted, venomous hatred burned behind her eyes. She would not let Isolde win. She refused to be discarded.
She dialed the private numbers of the Silicon Valley billionaires she had charmed just two days ago. Every single call went straight to voicemail. In the brutal ecosystem of Wall Street, a toxic asset was abandoned without hesitation. She had become a walking plague.
The office doors slammed open again.
Cheryl rushed into the room looking like a deranged lunatic — hair a tangled mess, clutching a fistful of red-stamped bank notices, eyes wide with a sickening mixture of greed and absolute terror.
She lunged across the room and seized Belle by the shoulders, sharp fingernails digging deep into her flesh.
“The banks are calling in our personal loans!” Cheryl screamed, spittle flying from her lips. “They saw the news! They know InnoTech is toxic! They are seizing our personal assets, and the Hamptons house is first on the list! We will be sleeping on the street tomorrow p>
Belle winced, trying to pull free. “Mom, let go of me p>
“Drop your pathetic pride!” Cheryl roared, shaking her daughter violently. “Call him! Call the only man who can fix this p>
Belle stared at her mother’s twisted, desperate face. Her eyes drifted slowly toward the edge of the desk.
Resting next to the shattered coffee cup was a heavily encrypted black smartphone — the direct, untraceable line to Grayson Lancaster.
The muffled, rhythmic thud of objects striking the bulletproof glass downstairs echoed through the InnoTech penthouse. The retail investors were throwing rocks.
Inside the office, Cheryl stood over Belle like a starving wolf cornering a wounded rabbit.
Belle shook her head frantically. Tears dissolved her expensive foundation, leaving pale streaks down her cheeks. The thought of calling Grayson made her stomach churn with humiliation.