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Chapter 392
Chapter 392:
“Yes, I am absolutely certain,” Cole’s voice barked, completely ruthless. “I want you to authorize a direct withdrawal from the Compton Group’s primary venture capital pool. One billion dollars p>
June’s breath hitched. One billion dollars?
“I don’t care about the market disruption!” Cole roared. “Register an untraceable offshore shell company. The name doesn’t matter — I just want the results. The sole purpose of this entity is to target Apex Bio. Whatever drug they are developing, we throw ten times the capital at it. Find every single senior researcher on their payroll and offer them triple their salary. I want Apex Bio’s stock price to hit absolute zero by the end of the month p>
A pause. The legal director on the other end of the line was clearly protesting, warning him about the massive market disruption and the financial risk.
Cole let out a harsh, cruel laugh.
“I am not doing this to make a profit!” Cole sneered, his voice dropping into a lethal, terrifying register. “I am doing this to crush them. I want Apex Bio bled completely dry. Get it done today p>
June sat in the cold data center and listened to the billionaire CEO of the Compton Group throw a billion dollars into a furnace purely out of spite.
She felt no fear. She felt no intimidation.
Instead, a thick wave of pure, physiological disgust rolled through her stomach.
𝘑oin t𝘩𝗈𝘂𝘀𝘢n𝗱ѕ 𝗼𝘧 𝗳а𝘯ѕ 𝘰ո
It was nauseating.
He was deploying a billion dollars of his family’s money, hiding behind untraceable offshore accounts, to throw a childish temper tantrum because his ego had been bruised. He wasn’t a businessman. He was a tyrant throwing a grenade into a crowded room just to kill one fly — actively trying to destroy the life-saving research she and Brogan had poured their blood and sweat into.
The last microscopic shred of respect June had ever held for Cole Compton evaporated into the freezing air.
She did not storm into the lounge to confront him. Confronting a madman was a waste of breath.
June calmly reached out and pressed the power button on the terminal. The screen went black.
She stood, grabbed her crutch, and walked out of the data center. Her face was a mask of absolute, terrifying calm.
She took the elevator up to the VIP floor and walked directly into Old Mr. Clements’s suite.
The old man was sitting up in bed, looking significantly better, loudly arguing with a nurse and demanding to be discharged immediately.
Brogan stood by the window, rubbing his temples with the expression of a man who had been managing this battle for some time.
June walked into the room. A soft, genuine smile touched her lips.
“Grandpa,” June said gently, using the title to soothe him. “Are you ready to go home? I can handle the paperwork p>
Brogan looked up, his eyes flashing with immense relief.
June moved efficiently. She spoke with the attending physician, reviewed the discharge criteria, and arranged for the necessary oxygen equipment to be delivered to the Clements estate. Her movements were precise, professional, and deeply caring.