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Chapter 372
Chapter 372:
Oh my god, June! I am completely stuck in traffic on Fifth Avenue! It is a total disaster zone! You two go ahead and start without me. I might be an hour late!
June glanced up from the screen and looked out the massive window. Fifth Avenue was completely clear, the traffic flowing smoothly in the afternoon sun.
She let out a soft, helpless sigh and put the phone away, writing off the delay as an unfortunate last-minute hiccup — with no inkling of the real reason Sloane had bailed.
“It seems your cousin Sloane is tied up indefinitely,” June said, looking back at Easton.
Easton’s smile widened a fraction. He stepped forward and smoothly pulled out the adjusted leather chair for her, carefully ensuring there was enough clearance for her medical boot and crutches — movements that had become second nature over the months they had spent working side by side on her case.
𝗥𝖾𝗰о𝘮𝗺е𝗇d 𝗍o 𝗒o𝘂𝗿 f𝘳𝗶еn𝘥s
“Shame,” Easton said smoothly. His calm reaction gave nothing away — not a single hint of the quiet satisfaction he felt at the chance to speak with her one-on-one.
They sat down across from each other. June carefully adjusted the dark medical sling supporting her left arm and let out a quiet breath of relief.
Easton did not immediately open the legal case file spread across the mahogany table. Instead, he leaned back and casually mentioned the recent peer review of her clinical trials for Apex Bio’s second-generation nerve drug, asking a sharp, targeted question about the patent’s molecular mechanism exclusivity.
June’s eyes widened in genuine surprise.
He hadn’t merely skimmed the top-line data — he had read the full published paper and understood every layer of the complex biological mechanics behind her work. For the next twenty minutes, they engaged in a rapid-fire, highly technical conversation, bouncing ideas back and forth with seamless ease.
June felt a strange, unfamiliar sense of relief. For the first time in months, she was speaking with someone who fully grasped the nuance and importance of her work — someone who did not dismiss her expertise out of hand.
Easton’s sharp intellect, his steady composure, and his absolute respect for her professional work were the exact opposite of Cole’s arrogant, dismissive rage.
The tight, defensive knot in June’s shoulders slowly began to relax.
Once the technical conversation faded, June shifted the topic. She laid out the brutal reality of the hospital confrontation in cold, clinical terms. Cole was digging in his heels, refusing to sign, and he was using every lever of his corporate power to box her in — cutting off her access to her own research and assets.
Easton listened intently. He did not interrupt. His dark eyes never left her face, his gaze lingering for a split second on the faint bruising still visible at her jawline. A flash of cold, protective fury burned in his eyes — masked instantly behind unwavering professional focus.
When she finished, Easton tapped his index finger against the case file, its tabbed pages dense with notes he had compiled over months of relentless work.