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Chapter 644
Chapter 644:
“This is the National Youth STEM Olympiad, Mrs. Juarez,” he stated firmly. “We are backed by the Federal Department of Education and the National Science Foundation. We do not need your dirty corporate money.” He leaned forward. “Apologize, or the police are being called p>
The crowd erupted into a chant.
“Apologize! Apologize! Apologize p>
The sound was deafening, pressing down on Belle’s eardrums until her head throbbed.
The air around the stage stairs grew suffocatingly tight. The crowd of angry parents pressed inward, their faces twisted with righteous indignation. Belle Escobar stood trapped on the bottom step, her chest heaving, the heavy scent of expensive perfume and nervous sweat radiating from her skin.
Cheryl Juarez, still unable to process the totality of her defeat, glared down at the nine-year-old boy blocking their path.
“Get out of my way, you little brat!” Cheryl snarled, her voice shrill and desperate. She raised her hand as if to physically shove Leo aside. “Where are your parents? You have no manners p>
Leo did not flinch. He looked at Cheryl’s raised hand with clinical disgust.
𝘔о𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝘃𝖾𝘭𝘀 оո 𝘨𝖺𝗅ո𝗼𝘷e𝗹𝗌.с𝘰𝗆
“My manners are perfectly calibrated for this situation,” Leo replied, his tone flat and precise. “What you did is called defamation. It’s against the law. My father has lawyers who sue people for a great deal of money for things like this p>
Cheryl’s hand froze in midair.
The head judge, flanked by two large security guards, took another menacing step forward. The crowd’s chant grew louder, more aggressive.
“Apologize! Apologize! Apologize p>
Belle’s eyes darted frantically across the plaza.
Her heart stopped.
Standing on the periphery of the mob were three people holding professional DSLR cameras with massive telephoto lenses — technology journalists who had come to cover the Olympiad. Their lenses were pointed directly at her face.
A cold, paralyzing terror gripped her spine.
If she was arrested today, or if footage of her fleeing a defamation scandal hit the evening news, InnoTech was finished. The venture capital firms scheduled for the Series B funding round next week would pull their term sheets instantly. She would be bankrupt before the end of the month.
Belle seized Cheryl’s arm. Her fingernails dug so deeply into her mother’s flesh that Cheryl gasped.
“Mom,” Belle whispered, her voice a frantic, breathless hiss. “You have to do it. You have to apologize right now. The press is here p>
Cheryl stared at her daughter in absolute disbelief. “Are you insane?” she spat back, eyes wide. “I will not bow my head to that pathetic, washed-up ex-wife! I would rather die p>
“If you don’t do it, we lose the company!” Belle hissed, shaking her mother’s arm violently.
“Then let it burn!” Cheryl screamed, completely losing her grip on reality. “I am not apologizing to Isolde Carson p>
The camera flashes started going off — bright, blinding bursts of white light against Belle’s face, capturing every flicker of her panic. The bile rose in Belle’s throat. Her mother was useless. She was going to drag them both down into the abyss.
Belle released Cheryl’s arm. She closed her eyes for one agonizing second.
She had to protect her image. She had to protect the money.