Chapter 113
Chapter 113:
“June is the granddaughter-in-law I chose!” Eleanor’s voice shook the crystal chandelier above them. “Her character is not open for debate by sewer rats like you p>
Eleanor gripped the arms of her wheelchair and fixed her gaze directly on Richard’s terrified eyes. “I know your construction company is defaulting on three major loans,” she said, her voice going cold and flat. “You believed you could use this garbage to extort a bailout from my family p>
Richard began to sweat. His knees trembled. He opened his mouth and began to sink toward the floor.
Eleanor did not give him the chance. She turned to her housekeeper.
“Mrs. Lynch,” she said. “Call the Family Trust Office. Sever every contract we hold with the Beasley family and call in their debts immediately p>
“Yes, Madam,” Mrs. Lynch replied, her face entirely composed.
“And issue a blacklist order to the entire East Coast social registry,” Eleanor added, without a moment’s pause. “I want them banned from every club, every bank, and every gala p>
Mrs. Lynch pressed a button on her radio.
𝘕𝖾𝘄 𝘤h𝖺𝗽𝘁𝘦𝗿ѕ 𝗲𝘃er𝘆 𝘸𝘦e𝗸 оո g𝗮𝘭ո𝘰𝘃е𝗹s.𝘤𝗈𝗆
Four broad-shouldered estate security guards marched into the living room. Richard and Susan dissolved into screaming and begging, their voices overlapping in a desperate chorus. The guards did not hesitate. They seized the Beasleys by the arms and dragged them backward across the marble floor, throwing them through the front doors and out into the rain.
The doors closed.
Eleanor sat alone in the quiet room. She looked down at the photograph of June still resting on the table. The fire crackled steadily behind her.
Her eyes grew dark and deliberate.
The Beasleys were merely symptoms. The true disease was Cole’s arrogance, and it had been left untreated for far too long. It was time for the matriarch to remind her grandson of precisely who owned the Compton empire.
High above Manhattan, inside the glass-walled boardroom of Compton Tower.
Cole sat at the head of the massive table, his tie loosened, in the middle of a brutal session with his legal team over the second wave of the SEC compliance audit.
The private red phone on the console in front of him began to flash.
The emergency line.
Cole raised his hand, silencing the room. He picked up the receiver.
“Mr. Compton.” Mrs. Lynch’s voice came through the speaker, stripped of its usual warmth. “Madam Eleanor has invoked her Veto Power over the primary family trust. You are ordered to appear in the estate study within one hour p>
Cole’s heart dropped.
The Veto Power. The ultimate legal kill-switch written into the Compton family charter — invoked only when the family faced total annihilation.
He slammed the phone down and left the boardroom without a word to the executives still shouting behind him. He took the private elevator straight to the roof helipad, but the storm had not relented. The helicopter was grounded.
He ran back down to the underground garage, where his black Maybach was already idling. “Get me to the Hamptons estate right now,” Cole said, throwing himself into the back seat. “Use the emergency lanes. Do not stop for anything p>