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Chapter 652
Chapter 652:
The temperature in the lobby plummeted.
Belle’s hand hung in the empty air between them. The silence was agonizing.
Her perfectly practiced smile began to tremble at the corners. The muscles in her cheeks twitched. Desperate to save face, she smoothly retracted her hand, pretending to brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
“I know this is an unorthodox setting, Mr. Harrington,” Belle continued, her voice pitching slightly higher as she spoke rapidly to fill the void. “But InnoTech is on the verge of finalizing a revolutionary adaptive fluid dynamics algorithm. We are currently opening our Series B funding round, and I know Harrington Capital is aggressively expanding its aerospace portfolio p>
𝗥𝗲а𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 lа𝘵𝖾𝗌𝘵 𝗍𝗿𝘦𝗇𝖽𝘀 𝗼𝗻
Cheryl Juarez stepped up beside her daughter, her face plastered with a sickeningly sweet, sycophantic smile.
“And of course, InnoTech has the full, exclusive backing of the Lancaster family,” Cheryl chimed in, dropping Grayson’s name like a heavy weight, hoping it would force Carter to engage. “It is a guaranteed return on investment p>
Carter Harrington stood with his hands resting casually in his trouser pockets, his face carved from granite. He regarded the two women with an expression of profound, clinical boredom.
Isolde stood two steps away, arms crossed over her trench coat, watching Belle’s desperate performance with a cold, mocking smirk. It was like watching a clown perform at a funeral.
Belle caught the smirk from the corner of her eye. A spike of pure rage hit her chest, but she forced herself to ignore it. She had to secure this meeting.
“If I could just have ten minutes of your time to show you the projection decks—” Belle pleaded, taking a step closer to Carter.
She didn’t get to finish her sentence.
Leo Harrington, who had been standing quietly beside Effie, reached out and tugged sharply on his father’s sleeve. He pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose and looked directly at Carter, ignoring the two women entirely.
“Dad,” Leo said. His high-pitched, aristocratic voice cut through Belle’s corporate pitch like a blade.
He raised his small hand and pointed a finger at Cheryl’s heavily powdered face.
“That is the woman who stood on the stage and screamed lies into the microphone,” Leo stated, his tone entirely factual and devoid of emotion.
Cheryl gasped, her hand flying to her chest. “You little p>
Leo didn’t stop. He shifted his finger, pointing it squarely at Belle’s chest.
“And this,” Leo continued, his voice ringing clearly through the quiet lobby, “is the woman who orchestrated the cover-up and was forced to publicly bow in disgrace less than twenty minutes ago p>
The air in the lobby instantly vaporized.
Belle’s mouth fell open. Her vocal cords paralyzed. She stared at the nine-year-old boy in absolute horror. He had just stripped her bare and exposed her rotting core in front of the most powerful investor in New York.
Carter looked down at his son. His expression did not change, but his eyes sharpened.
“Are you certain, Leo?” Carter asked quietly.