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Chapter 670
Chapter 670:
“Step away from my grandson, you parasitic little whore,” Beatrice commanded. Her voice was not loud, but it carried the crushing authority of a century of old money.
Belle gasped, covering her mouth with both hands.
Grayson’s jaw clenched. “Grandmother, this is a private conversation p>
Beatrice turned her head slowly to look at him. The disappointment in her eyes was corrosive.
“You are a fool, Grayson,” she stated coldly. “You were about to authorize a fifty-million-dollar transfer to save a sinking ship — to expose Lancaster Holdings stock to a catastrophic short-selling attack p>
“It is a strategic investment,” Grayson argued, his voice tight. “InnoTech’s patents still hold residual value p>
Beatrice let out a short, harsh laugh. It sounded like grinding stone.
She snapped her fingers. One of the lawyers stepped forward and placed a thick black folder on Grayson’s desk.
𝗝𝗼𝗂ո 𝗈𝘶𝗋 с𝗈𝗺𝘮u𝗻𝗶𝗍у 𝗈ո
“Open it,” Beatrice ordered.
Grayson frowned and flipped the folder open. His eyes moved across the top page — a forensic accounting summary, entirely separate from Isolde’s technical audit.
His blood ran cold.
The documents detailed a series of wire transfers from InnoTech’s corporate accounts to offshore holding companies. The funds had been used to purchase a villa in Tuscany and millions of dollars in untraceable diamonds.
The signature authorizing every transfer belonged to Belle Escobar.
“She has been embezzling corporate funds for three months,” Beatrice said, her voice thick with disgust. “She is facing federal wire fraud charges. And you were about to tie our family name to a criminal p>
Grayson looked up from the folder. He stared at Belle. The betrayal hit him like a physical blow.
“Belle?” Grayson whispered, his voice dangerously low.
Belle backed away, shaking her head frantically. “No! Grayson, it’s a lie! I needed the properties for corporate retreats! It was all for the company p>
Beatrice ignored her. She looked directly at Grayson.
“The family trust committee convened an emergency session an hour ago,” Beatrice announced, her tone absolute. “If a single cent of Lancaster money flows into InnoTech, I will trigger the emergency protocol. I will strip you of your title as CEO of Lancaster Holdings before the sun sets p>
Grayson’s chest tightened. He could not breathe.
The threat was real. Beatrice had the votes. She could dismantle his entire life’s work with a single phone call.
He looked at the phone on the desk. He looked at the weeping woman cowering in the corner.
Slowly, he pulled his hand back from the receiver. He stood up straight, his face hardening into a mask of cold, corporate survival.
“You need to leave, Belle,” Grayson said. His voice was dead.
Belle let out a gut-wrenching scream and fell to her knees, reaching toward him. “Grayson, please! I will go to prison p>
Grayson turned his back on her and looked out the window.
Beatrice regarded Belle with open contempt. She looked at her security detail. “Remove this woman from my house. If she sets foot on the grounds again, have her arrested for trespassing p>