Chapter 571
Chapter 571:
InnoTech Founder Issues Public Apology for Unprovoked Assault.
She tapped the link and read Belleโs carefully worded, humiliating concession. A cold, satisfied smile touched the corner of her lips.
Phase one was complete. But the real reckoning was scheduled for tomorrow.
She stood and looked out the window. In the distance, the glass spire of the SkyLine building pierced the clouds.
That was the next battlefield.
The sun dipped below the Manhattan skyline, casting long, dark shadows across the hospital room.
Saul Briggs was finally asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady, peaceful rhythm.
Isolde sat at the small glass table in the corner of the VIP suite, a desk lamp illuminating the stacks of financial documents spread out before her.
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A soft knock sounded at the door.
She looked up. Silas stood in the doorway, holding a large insulated medical cooler in his left hand and, in his right, a distinct bright orange Hermรจs gift box tied with a dark brown ribbon.
He stepped into the room and lowered his voice to a careful whisper so as not to wake the sleeping man.
โMiss Carson. Mr. Lancaster asked me to bring these to you p>
He set the cooler gently on the floor.
โInside is a three-month supply of an experimental targeted therapy drug for acute liver failure stabilization,โ Silas explained. โIt was flown in from a private lab in Switzerland this afternoon. It has a ninety percent success rate in regenerating hepatic tissue for Mr. Briggsโs specific pathology p>
Isolde looked at the cooler. Then her eyes drifted to the orange box in his hand. She recognized the size and shape immediately โ the packaging for their limited-edition silk scarves. She had once collected them.
โWhat is he trying to do?โ she asked, her voice flat. โBuy indulgences for his sins p>
Silas shifted his weight and looked at the floor. โMr. Lancaster is simply concerned about your well-being p>
Isolde stood and walked over.
โI will accept the medication,โ she said. โMy uncle needs it. But I will have my accountant calculate the fair market value, and I will mail Grayson a check for three times the cost by the end of the week p>
Silas blinked. โThat is really not necessary, Miss Carson p>
โAs for that box,โ Isolde continued, holding out her hand.
Silas exhaled quietly with relief. He thought she was softening. He placed the orange box into her open palm.
Isolde turned around, took two steps toward the stainless steel trash can near the sink, and opened her fingers.
The heavy, expensive box dropped. It struck the bottom of the empty can with a hollow, echoing thud.
Silasโs eyes went wide. โMiss Carson โ that is a custom piece p>
Isolde wiped her palm deliberately against her trousers, as though the box had left something on her skin.
โTell Grayson I donโt collect garbage anymore,โ she said, her voice laced with ice. โEspecially not items that Belle Escobar might have touched in his office p>