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Chapter 466
Chapter 466:
Five percent equated to hundreds of millions of dollars in direct revenue — a staggering, astronomical sum. Brogan was using his family’s wealth to settle Crawford’s perceived debt, to legally reduce a life-saving act to a simple business transaction and sever Crawford’s excuse to remain close to June.
Crawford glanced down at the tablet in his lap and read the numbers.
A slow, deeply mocking smile spread across his face.
He did not hesitate for a single second. He pressed his finger to the screen.
A massive red REJECTED notification flashed across Brogan’s wall monitor.
Brogan’s eyebrows snapped together. The muscles in his jaw tightened. No one in the financial sector walked away from hundreds of millions of dollars.
𝘋𝗶ѕ𝗰𝘰𝗏𝖾𝘳 𝗁id𝘥е𝗻 𝘨𝖾𝗆ѕ o𝘯
“What is the meaning of this?” Brogan demanded, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl. “Nobody turns down that kind of money p>
Crawford leaned forward, bringing his face closer to the camera. The sheer, suffocating weight of his presence radiated straight through the screen.
“You are completely mistaken, Brogan,” Crawford said. His voice was a low, lethal whisper. “I saved her because she is my life. It had absolutely nothing to do with you, or the Clements empire p>
The words landed like a fist to the gut. Crawford was systematically dismantling Brogan’s carefully constructed illusion of being June’s protector.
“You do not have the right to pay off her debts,” Crawford continued, his eyes burning with cold arrogance. “Because you do not own her p>
Brogan gripped his expensive fountain pen so tightly his knuckles turned white. The resin barrel groaned under the pressure. Crawford had struck directly at his deepest insecurity.
“She just returned your family’s precious heirloom, didn’t she?” Crawford said. It was not a question — it was a statement of absolute fact.
Brogan’s face drained of color. “How the hell do you know that p>
Crawford let out a cold, dismissive laugh. “Because I had my security team escort her to the appraiser yesterday. I know exactly how much she despises being put in a cage p>
Brogan drew a sharp breath. The anger boiled over in his chest. “You are a psychopath, Crawford. You threw yourself in front of a speeding car for her, but she is never going to belong to you p>
“Do not concern yourself with my methods,” Crawford said, his voice dropping to a quiet, possessive register. “She is my prey. I have all the patience in the world to wait for her to walk into my trap p>
He leaned back into the leather seat.
“Keep your charity, Brogan. The Love Group will not concede a single cent on this deal. This is strictly business p>
Crawford reached forward and severed the connection. The giant screen went black.
Brogan sat in the dead silence of his office, staring at his own reflection in the darkened monitor. The full, terrifying magnitude of what he was facing settled over him like a weight.
Crawford Love was not a normal competitor. He was a man entirely consumed by his obsession with June — willing to burn hundreds of millions of dollars simply to prove a point.
Brogan picked up his glass of warm water and hurled it across the room. The heavy crystal shattered against the bulletproof window, sending water and shards exploding across the carpet.