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Chapter 399
Chapter 399:
June’s eyes narrowed. Ten million dollars just to sign a piece of paper. Cole was truly throwing a billion dollars into the fire.
“My son is starting medical school next year,” Dr. Evans pleaded, tears spilling over his eyelashes. “My wife needs experimental treatments for her MS. June — it’s generational wealth. I couldn’t say no. I’m weak. I’m sorry p>
June sat perfectly still.
She understood the brutal, crushing weight of that reality. She understood why a man would sell his soul to save his family.
But understanding did not mean forgiveness. In a war, a traitor was still a traitor.
𝗪𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘷е𝗿уо𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘀 rе𝖺𝖽іn𝘨 on
June stood. She looked down at the broken man.
“I hope the money cures your wife, Dr. Evans,” June said. Her voice was absolute zero. “But understand this. The second you walk out that door, you are no longer a scientist. You are Cole Compton’s asset. And we are enemies p>
Dr. Evans flinched as though he had been physically struck. He lowered his head, sobbing quietly.
June turned her back on him and walked out of the room.
The heavy glass door of Conference Room B clicked shut.
The sound echoed in the quiet hallway, sealing off Dr. Evans and his tear-stained apologies completely.
June stood perfectly still for exactly three seconds. Then the freezing, impenetrable mask she had worn to execute the confrontation began to crack.
The adrenaline that had kept her spine straight evaporated from her bloodstream. Her knees buckled slightly. She swayed, her medical boot dragging heavily against the carpet.
She stumbled forward and caught herself against the edge of her mahogany desk. Her left arm, still immobilized in its dark medical sling, throbbed with a dull, persistent ache. She ignored the flare of pain and gripped the smooth wood with her one good hand, her knuckles turning white as she fought to stay upright.
Her chest heaved. A massive, suffocating wave of pure guilt crashed over her, completely drowning out the anger.
Brogan watched her. He saw the color drain from her face. He saw the violent tremor in her pale fingers.
The explosive fury he felt toward Cole Compton was instantly swallowed by a deep, painful surge of worry.
He closed the distance between them in two long strides. He opened his mouth to speak, but June beat him to it.
“I am so sorry, Brogan,” June whispered. Her voice was raw, scraping against her throat, thick with self-recrimination.
She slowly lifted her head. Her eyes were bloodshot and swimming with agony.
“Cole’s target is me,” June said, her voice shaking. “I brought my personal war into this building. I dragged this company into my mess, and now everyone is going to pay the price p>
It was the very first time she had ever shown him this level of absolute, unfiltered vulnerability. She looked completely broken.
Brogan’s heart violently contracted.
He did not offer her a hollow platitude. He did not tell her it wasn’t her fault.