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Chapter 658
Chapter 658:
“I ruined us?!” Belle screamed, spit flying from her lips, her expression completely unhinged. “You are the one who had to open your mouth on that stage! You are the one who provoked Isolde! If you had just kept Kaiden quiet, none of this would have happened! You killed my company p>
The two women, once the very picture of Upper East Side arrogance, began to push and claw at each other in the middle of the lobby. They screamed insults, tearing each other apart in front of the lingering crowd — two rats devouring each other on a sinking ship.
Isolde watched them for exactly two seconds.
She felt no pity. She felt no lingering anger. She felt only a deep, quiet sense of closure. The poison was finally out of her life.
She turned her back on the screaming women.
𝗙𝘰𝘭𝗅o𝘄 𝘶𝗌 o𝗻
Carter Harrington gestured toward the exit. “Shall we, ladies p>
Isolde took Effie’s hand. Ellyn fell into step beside them. Together, they pushed through the glass doors and out into the cool, crisp New York evening air.
A massive black stretch Lincoln Navigator idled at the curb. The driver opened the door. They climbed inside, and the interior enveloped them — soft leather, ambient lighting, and absolute silence — completely cutting off the hysterical screaming from within the center.
As the SUV pulled smoothly into Manhattan traffic, Carter reached into a leather briefcase beside him and produced two thick stacks of paper.
“These are our standard Non-Disclosure Agreements,” Carter said, extending a gold pen to Ellyn. “They protect both parties as we begin preliminary talks. Once signed, my legal team will draft a formal Letter of Intent. We can discuss the key terms over dinner p>
Ellyn took the pen without hesitation and signed her name with a sharp, decisive flourish.
She passed the pen to Isolde. As shadow chief designer, Isolde’s signature was required on the technical patents.
Isolde took the pen. She looked down at the paper. The ink flowed smoothly as she signed her name, and with that single stroke, her mother’s company was saved — and her own empire began to take shape.
Miles away, the Lancaster estate sat in oppressive silence.
Grayson stood in the center of his dark study. The only light came from the dying embers in the fireplace. He held a heavy crystal tumbler of whiskey in his right hand, his chest rising and falling with ragged, uneven breaths.
Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Isolde standing beside Carter Harrington. He saw the power radiating from her. He saw the way she had looked at him — as though he were nothing. As though he were already dead.
The panic that had taken root at the Javits Center was now a roaring fire in his blood. She was leaving him. She was building a fortress with his enemies, and she was going to lock him out forever.
“No,” Grayson whispered to the empty room, his voice a harsh, ragged rasp. “I won’t let you p>
He raised his arm and hurled the crystal tumbler at the stone fireplace.
It shattered with a violent crash. Amber liquid and razor-sharp shards exploded across the hearth.