Chapter 465
Chapter 465:
“And Arthur,” he added, his voice a low rasp, “get me a full breakdown of CloudPath’s supply chain. Every vulnerability. Every single one p>
Back on the G700, Isolde suddenly sneezed.
Carter pulled a tissue from a silver box and handed it to her.
“Someone is thinking about you,” Carter said. “Or cursing your name p>
Isolde took the tissue. “Probably cursing my name. I’m used to it p>
Carter leaned back in his chair and studied her face.
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“Isolde, why did you endure those people for so long?” Carter asked. “With your mind, you could have crushed them years ago p>
Isolde looked out the window. An endless sea of white clouds stretched to the horizon.
“Because I don’t just want to win,” Isolde said quietly. “I want to force them to admit they were completely wrong about me.” She turned back. “Especially… one particular person p>
Carter understood immediately.
“Grayson Lancaster,” Carter said. “The blind man p>
He picked up his glass of sparkling water and raised it in the air.
“A toast to the blind man,” Carter said with a smirk. “Thank you to him for mistaking a diamond for a piece of glass, and letting me pick it up p>
Isolde raised her glass and tapped it against his.
“A toast to the talent scout,” Isolde replied.
The plane began its descent. The red towers of the Golden Gate Bridge pierced through the thick San Francisco fog below. The battlefield was waiting.
The convoy of black SUVs drove through the winding, sun-drenched roads of Napa Valley and pulled through the massive iron gates of the Sterling Estate.
This sprawling vineyard was the designated accommodation for the ISSDC finalists. Carter had rented out the entire property.
Isolde stepped out of the car and took a deep breath. The air smelled of crushed grapes and dry earth.
“This is definitely an upgrade from the Carson Dynamics office,” Arland noted, looking out over the manicured lawns.
The estate butler descended the stone steps and bowed slightly.
“Welcome, Ms. Carson,” the butler said. “Your private Merlot Villa has been prepared for you p>
At that exact moment, Grayson’s convoy pulled into the circular driveway.
His team was directed toward the main building. The rooms were luxurious, but they were standard hotel suites — not the secluded, ultra-private villas scattered across the vineyard.
Belle stepped out of her car. She saw Isolde being escorted toward a beautiful stone villa surrounded by rose bushes. She stomped her heel on the gravel and marched up to the front desk concierge.
“Why are we being put in the main building?” Belle demanded. “Grayson is the heir to the Lancaster family! We require a villa p>
The concierge smiled politely. “I apologize, Ms. Escobar. The villa section is strictly reserved for Mr. Sterling’s special strategic partners p>
Belle choked on her words. Her face turned red.
Grayson watched the exchange from beside the car, his posture rigid with pain. He stared at the stone villa, his face a mask of dark thunder.
“Let it go, Belle,” Grayson said coldly. “Stop embarrassing us p>