Chapter 223
Chapter 223:
“We are going to buy it all back,” she said.
Brogan blinked. “What p>
“We register a non-profit organization — a Medical Relief Foundation,” June explained rapidly, tapping the board with the marker. “We use it as a charitable front. We send teams directly into the poorest neighborhoods in Brooklyn and Queens. We offer to financially sponsor the patients, and in exchange, we confiscate all of their current medication for safety testing p>
Crawford’s eyes lit up with predatory understanding. He grasped the genius of the play immediately.
“We use the charity as a vacuum,” he said, a dark smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “We pull the fake drugs off the street to protect the patients, and we use the buy-back channels to trace the physical product straight back to the underground distributors p>
“Exactly,” June said. “But it must be done in absolute secrecy. And it will require a massive amount of untraceable liquid capital p>
Crawford didn’t hesitate. He walked to the conference table, reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket, and dialed his private wealth manager at his offshore bank.
“Transfer fifty million from my personal liquid assets into a new tax-exempt entity,” he ordered, his voice calm and controlled in the quiet of the lab. “Name it the Miller Patient Relief Fund. I want it fully operational and cleared for domestic deployment within twelve hours p>
He ended the call and looked directly at June. “It’s done p>
𝗥e𝗮𝘥 𝘵h𝗲 𝗹a𝗍е𝘀t 𝘁𝗋𝘦ոds 𝗈𝘯.с𝘰m
“The Love Group has more lawyers than the devil himself,” he added, his voice carrying the effortless weight of absolute power. “I will have the foundation paperwork and the legal operating licenses finalized before sunset tomorrow p>
June listened to the staggering, unhesitating deployment of his resources. Her chest tightened. The full, terrifying weight of Crawford’s unconditional support hit her like a physical blow. She masked the emotion quickly and turned her gaze to Brogan.
“Brogan, take point on this,” she said. “Begin assembling a team of private, thoroughly vetted nurses and security personnel. We deploy to Brooklyn tomorrow night p>
As the three of them locked in the final details of the counter-offensive, a sharp buzzing shattered the tension.
June’s private cell phone was vibrating violently against the glass table. She glanced at the screen. It was Maria — the quiet, timid nanny who managed the second floor of the Compton Estate.
June’s brow furrowed. Maria was deeply afraid of Cole and followed the household rules without exception. She would never call June’s private number this late unless something was terribly wrong.
June held up a hand, signaling Crawford and Brogan to silence. She crossed to the floor-to-ceiling window and answered.
“Maria? What is it p>
The moment the line connected, the sound of a woman hyperventilating flooded the speaker.
“Madam! Oh my God, Madam, please help me!” Maria sobbed, her voice shaking with raw terror. “Mr. Compton — he found something in your old guest room! He has completely lost his mind! He is destroying everything p>
One hour earlier.