Chapter 540
Chapter 539:
Jocelyn watched him, shaking her head in fond disbelief. The dark, brooding manipulator had been completely overwritten by a wildly arrogant, overprotective father-to-be.
Gaston tossed the phone onto the coffee table, walked back to Jocelyn, and knelt in front of her, resting his hands on her knees.
“I need to call the acquisitions team,” he said, his mind already moving at lightspeed. “There is a pink diamond mine in Botswana that is currently underperforming. If I buy it now, we can secure the largest stones for her birth gifts. Or blue sapphires, if it’s a boy p>
Jocelyn stared at him. She blinked twice. “You want to buy a diamond mine. For a fetus the size of a poppy seed p>
“I want to secure the supply chain,” Gaston argued reasonably.
“No,” Jocelyn said firmly, taking his face in her hands. “No diamond mines. No private islands. I just want a healthy baby, Gaston. That’s it p>
The manic energy in his eyes softened into deep, profound adoration. He turned his head and pressed a long, reverent kiss into the palm of her hand. “Whatever you want,” he murmured. “Your word is law p>
Meanwhile, across the Atlantic, the epicenter of New York’s old money was experiencing a seismic event.
Inside the wood-paneled smoking room of the Union Club, Elbert Collins strolled across the Persian carpets, leaning heavily on his silver cane, a smug and insufferable smile plastered across his weathered face.
Sav𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝗎𝘳 𝘧a𝘷оr𝗂𝘵e 𝗇о𝗏𝖾𝗅𝘴 𝗈ո.сo𝗆
He spotted the elder Douglas — Kieran’s grandfather — sitting in a leather wingback chair beside Senator Hayes’ father.
Elbert walked over and sighed loudly, making certain the entire room could hear.
“The youth today,” he announced, his voice booming across the room. “Gaston is so impatient. He just called. I have to spend my entire afternoon moving three chateaus in France into a new trust. The paperwork for a new grandson is simply exhausting p>
The elder Douglas froze. His cigar stopped halfway to his mouth. His face turned an ugly shade of purple. The knowledge that the Collins family had secured their lineage — while his own grandson Kieran languished in disgrace — was a public and humiliating slap across the face.
Senator Hayes’ father offered a stiff, political congratulation, barely masking his own envy.
Within two hours, the news had breached the encrypted walls of the Titan Club and the Union Club alike. It bled into the PR firms, the society blogs, and the newsrooms. The Collins empire had an heir.
The storm had officially broken.
The morning sun hit the pavement of Manhattan, illuminating the newsstands on every corner.
The physical papers were already selling out, but the digital shockwave was absolute. Every social media feed, every gossip blog, and every financial news ticker was dominated by the exact same story.
Page Six had dedicated their entire front cover to it. The headline screamed in massive, bold black ink:
WALL STREET EMPEROR SECURES HEIR! GASTON COLLINS AND JOCELYN WOLFE ANNOUNCE PREGNANCY!