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Chapter 438
Chapter 438:
“Alright,” June said finally. “But we need to be absolutely clear — I am attending strictly as your business partner to discuss the investment p>
Brogan exhaled a long breath of relief, his face breaking into a brilliant smile. “Of course. Thank you, June. You are literally saving my life p>
Deep beneath his gratitude, a small, quiet spark of hope took hold. He hoped his grandfather’s particular brand of charm might do what nothing else had managed — begin to bring her walls down.
They agreed on Saturday afternoon. Brogan left the office.
June turned immediately back to her monitors, pushing the dinner from her mind entirely.
She had no idea she had just walked directly into a trap.
Across the street, on the roof of a commercial building, a man in a gray technician’s uniform adjusted the focus on a high-powered spotting scope. He pressed the transmit button on his encrypted radio.
“Target confirmed,” the Ghost Team operative reported. “She will be traveling to the Hamptons this Saturday afternoon with Brogan Clements p>
𝗥е𝗰𝗼𝗆𝗺𝖾ոd ѕ.𝖼o𝗺 𝘁𝗈 𝗒𝗼𝘶𝘳 fr𝗂e𝗇𝖽ѕ
Two miles away, Crawford Love received the message on his secure phone.
He stared at it.
The Hamptons. Clements Estate.
A dark, primal surge of territorial unease moved through his chest. He was not going to sit in Manhattan and wait.
He was going to the Hamptons.
The fuse on a catastrophic misunderstanding had just been lit.
The air inside Cole’s massive corner office at the Compton Group was suffocatingly heavy.
Cole sat behind his desk with two thick files open in front of him.
The first was a status report on the Scorched Earth Protocol against Apex Bio. June’s “Pathway B” maneuver had completely neutralized his billion-dollar attack. The failure burned in his gut like acid.
The second was a comprehensive background investigation into the Beasley family, compiled by his elite security team. It contained irrefutable proof — bank transfer records from Susan Beasley to a known paparazzi photographer, audio transcripts of her call to the Page Six editor.
Cole stared at the documents. His face was completely devoid of expression. His eyes were dead and cold.
He pressed the intercom button. “Send Miss Beasley in p>
A moment later, the heavy doors opened. Alycia walked in wearing a loose, elegant maternity dress, having spent hours perfecting a look of gentle, worried innocence. She assumed Cole had called her here to apologize for leaving her on the floor, or to check on the baby.
Cole didn’t look up. He simply slid the investigation file across the polished wood of his desk with one finger.
Alycia stopped walking. She looked down at the open folder.
She saw the bank records. She saw her mother’s name.
The blood drained from her face instantly. Her heart slammed against her ribs.
She opened her mouth to speak — to construct another lie — but Cole cut her off.
“Beasley Pharmaceuticals,” he said. His voice was perfectly calm, as though discussing the weather. “Your family’s company was in the final bidding stage for a thirty-million-dollar medical supply contract with the Department of Defense. Correct p>
Alycia froze, unable to see where this was going.