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Chapter 669
Chapter 669:
Her heart rate was perfectly normal. She had just executed a corporate slaughter, and she felt nothing but satisfaction.
The tires of the black SUV screeched against the gravel driveway of Lancaster Manor.
Before the vehicle had even come to a complete stop, Belle threw the door open and stumbled out. Her Chanel suit was wrinkled, her mascara running in dark streaks down her pale cheeks. She ignored the startled greetings of the estate staff and ran through the grand foyer, her heels clicking frantically against the marble floor.
She reached the heavy oak doors of Grayson’s private study and pushed them open.
Grayson was standing by the massive window, reviewing a European merger document on his tablet. He turned, his brow furrowing in irritation at the intrusion. When he saw Belle’s ruined, hysterical state, the irritation shifted into cold, defensive wariness.
𝘑𝘰𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗵𝖾 𝗰𝗈𝗆𝗆uni𝗍𝘆 𝗮t
Belle ran across the room and threw herself against his desk. She grabbed his forearm, her manicured nails digging painfully into his expensive suit jacket.
“Grayson, you have to help me,” Belle sobbed, her voice a ragged, breathless plea. “Isolde humiliated me. She ambushed me in the boardroom. She produced an audit and convinced Arland to have security throw me out p>
Grayson looked down at the hands clutching his arm. A surge of revulsion moved through him.
“I saw the audit report, Belle,” he said, his voice flat and devoid of sympathy. “It wasn’t fabricated. Your suppliers filed for bankruptcy protection this morning. You lied to me about the extent of your debt p>
Belle’s eyes widened in panic. She shook his arm. “I was going to fix it! I just needed time! Grayson, please — you have to authorize a fifty-million-dollar injection from the Lancaster emergency fund. If you don’t, the court will liquidate InnoTech tomorrow. I will lose everything p>
Grayson stared at her. He knew that pouring fifty million into a dying company was financial suicide. But looking at Belle, he thought of Kaiden — of the boy’s future, tied to a mother on the verge of becoming a bankrupt pariah.
He felt the familiar, toxic pull of obligation.
Grayson let out a heavy sigh and reached across the desk toward his secure landline.
Before his fingers could touch the receiver, the study doors were thrown open with a violent crash.
His hand froze in midair.
Matriarch Beatrice Lancaster walked into the room.
She wore a severe black dress, her silver hair drawn back tightly. In her right hand she gripped a walking cane topped with a heavy silver eagle. Behind her stood two men in dark suits — the senior partners of the Lancaster family trust’s legal team.
The temperature in the study plummeted to absolute zero.
Beatrice stopped in the center of the Persian rug. She did not look at Grayson. She turned her freezing, aristocratic gaze onto Belle.
Belle instantly released Grayson’s arm. She shrank back, her entire body trembling under the weight of the old woman’s stare.
Beatrice lifted her cane and brought it down hard against the floor.
Thwack.
The sound echoed like a gunshot.