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Chapter 374
Chapter 374:
“Over the last forty-eight hours, my forensic accounting team legally dissected the Compton Group’s public financial disclosures and cross-referenced them with offshore trust money flows,” Easton explained, his tone cold and clinical. “We utilized a highly confidential informant who legally handled the Beasleys’ corporate debt restructuring to trace the exact origins of their sudden liquidity. Through this completely legal tracking, we pulled every single private transaction Cole has made for Alycia Beasley over the last three years p>
June looked down at the glowing screen.
It was a vast, meticulously organized spreadsheet of staggering numbers. A secret mansion in Long Island. Limited-edition jewelry from Paris. Massive, anonymous wire transfers covering the Beasley family’s corporate debt.
The total sum at the bottom of the screen was a sickening nine-figure number.
“Every single one of these transactions occurred during your legal marriage,” Easton stated. “It is absolute, undeniable financial proof of infidelity and misappropriation of marital assets p>
𝖶e 𝘂р𝖽a𝘁e 𝘦v𝖾𝗿у 𝘄𝗲𝘦𝘬 о𝘯
He leaned back and delivered the fatal strategy.
“Tomorrow morning, I will anonymously leak this entire spreadsheet to the lead investigative columnist at The Wall Street Journal,” Easton said. “The headline is already drafted: ‘The Compton Prince’s Hundred-Million-Dollar Mistress: A Betrayal of Marriage and Shareholders p>
June’s stomach dropped.
She could instantly visualize the catastrophic explosion. The Wall Street Journal was the bible of the financial world.
Easton read her thoughts accurately.
“The moment that article goes live, it will trigger a massive panic among institutional investors,” Easton said, his voice hard and precise. “They will see a CEO who is mentally unstable and bleeding company funds for a mistress. The Compton stock will crater within hours p>
He delivered the final, ruthless checkmate.
“When Eleanor Compton sees her life’s work burning to the ground because of Cole’s obsession with Alycia,” Easton concluded, “what do you think she will do? She will personally put a gun to Cole’s head and force him to sign your divorce papers just to stop the bleeding p>
It was a brilliant, flawless, and deeply vicious plan. It would guarantee her freedom in less than a week.
June stared at the tablet. Her fingers hovered over the cold glass screen.
She did not think about Cole’s humiliation. She thought about Old Mrs. Compton.
If the stock cratered, the person who would suffer the most massive financial and emotional damage was the old woman holding the majority shares. The only person who had ever handed June an ice pack in that freezing house.
June’s chest tightened painfully. A fierce, rapid war raged inside her.
She slowly pulled her hand away from the tablet. She raised her head and looked directly into Easton’s sharp eyes.
“It is a brilliant strategy,” June said, her voice perfectly steady. “But we are not going to use it p>
A microscopic flash of genuine surprise flickered in Easton’s dark eyes.
“I refuse to use Old Mrs. Compton as collateral damage,” June stated firmly, drawing her absolute moral boundary. “I will not destroy her to save myself p>
Easton stared at her in silence.
Slowly, the cold, predatory calculation in his eyes melted away, replaced by a deep, profound warmth and a surge of genuine respect.
He had fully expected her to reject it. The extreme proposal had been a deliberate, high-pressure stress test. He needed to know exactly what kind of woman he was fighting for.
Easton reached across the table and smoothly pulled the tablet back.