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Chapter 692
Chapter 692:
“You thought you could bully me because you thought I was weak,” Isolde whispered. “But your son hides the truth from you because he is terrified of me. Remember that p>
She turned her back on the broken woman and walked calmly back to Julian’s side, waiting for the storm to arrive.
Eight minutes later, the elevator doors at the end of the corridor slid violently open.
Grayson Lancaster stormed out, flanked by six massive men in black suits — the elite Lancaster crisis management security team.
His face was a mask of suppressed terror and rage. The moment he saw the crowd of people holding up their phones, he snapped his fingers.
The security team surged forward like a military unit, physically blocking the crowd and shining high-powered tactical flashlights directly into the smartphone lenses to blind the cameras.
“Confiscate and delete,” Grayson ordered. “Anyone who resists gets hit with a million-dollar defamation lawsuit by noon p>
𝗧𝗋e𝘯di𝗇𝗴 n𝘰𝘃е𝗅ѕ o𝗻
He marched into the VIP lounge.
His eyes locked immediately onto Isolde. She stood beside Julian Thorne. The physical proximity between his ex-wife and the tall, composed doctor drove a spike of toxic, burning jealousy straight through his chest. He forced himself to ignore Julian and walked up to Isolde.
“Turn the phone off,” Grayson said, his voice a low, desperate plea dressed as a command. “I am here. I will handle her p>
Isolde looked at him with absolute apathy. She pressed the lock button. The screen went black.
Grayson let out a shaky breath. He turned to his mother.
Victoria was sobbing, clutching her mink coat.
Grayson did not offer her a comforting hand. He reached out and seized her upper arm, his fingers digging into her flesh with bruising force.
“Walk,” Grayson hissed through clenched teeth.
He half-dragged, half-carried his mother out of the lounge and down the hallway, shoving her into the waiting elevator. Two bodyguards stepped in behind them. The doors closed, cutting off the flashing red lights.
The elevator began its descent. The air inside the small metal box was suffocating.
Victoria grabbed Grayson’s lapels, her makeup smeared, her eyes wild.
“Is it true?” Victoria shrieked, shaking him. “Did you sign a divorce agreement? Tell me she is lying, Grayson! If your grandmother finds out, she will strip you of the company p>
Grayson stared at his mother. He felt a profound, sickening disgust for the woman who had raised him.
He had to lie. If Victoria confirmed the divorce to Beatrice, his life was finished.
“It is a lie,” Grayson said smoothly, his face a mask of cold stone. “It was a draft agreement. She is using it to extort more alimony. We never filed it p>
Victoria let out a massive sigh of relief and sagged against the elevator wall.
“That psychotic woman,” Victoria spat. “You have to destroy her, Grayson. You have to silence her about the art fund. Use the family fixers. Make her disappear p>
Grayson’s eyes turned pitch black.
He pressed his mother against the steel wall of the elevator, his forearm against her collarbone.