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Chapter 504
Chapter 504:
“Cole, please,” she whimpered. “My mother just called. The banks are freezing my father’s accounts. The stress is destroying me. The doctor said I need to stay calm for the baby, but how can I stay calm when my family is about to be on the street? Please — just make one phone call. Save the company. For our child p>
She held her breath and waited for his paternal instincts to surface.
Cole stood perfectly still, listening to the plea in its entirety.
Then he lifted his eyes and looked at her.
He did not yell. He did not sneer. He simply stared at her with eyes so completely dead, so utterly devoid of human connection, that Alycia’s blood turned to ice in her veins. It was the look a man gives something insignificant before he steps on it — a gaze of absolute, soul-crushing indifference.
Alycia’s mouth went dry. The words died in her throat. The sheer weight of his silent contempt pressed down on her chest, suffocating her. She understood, with terrifying clarity, that he could see straight through her — he knew exactly what she was doing — and he simply did not care.
Cole let out a single, quiet scoff. A sound of pure disgust.
𝘉e 𝗉a𝘳𝗍 o𝗳 o𝗎𝘳 c𝗼𝗺𝗺u𝗇𝗶t𝘆 on 𝘨а𝗹n𝘰𝗏е𝗹ѕ.𝗰о𝗺
He turned around and walked away without a word, leaving her to drown in her own failure.
At that exact moment, across the city inside the Beasley mansion, the apocalypse had arrived.
Richard Beasley stood in the center of his home office, his face flushed purple with rage and panic, the phone pressed so hard against his ear it looked as though it might crack.
“What do you mean you won’t extend the deadline?!” he screamed into the receiver. “I have been a client of Chase Bank for twenty years! You cannot liquidate my assets p>
“Mr. Beasley, your credit lines were guaranteed by the Compton Group,” the banker replied with cold precision. “That guarantee has been revoked. You need to wire ten million dollars by the opening bell tomorrow, or we begin seizing property p>
The line went dead.
Richard dropped the phone. It clattered against the mahogany desk. He looked at Susan, who stood in the doorway, her face ashen.
“They cut us off,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “All of them. We’re finished p>
Susan’s eyes widened with unhinged panic. The thought of losing her social standing, her country club memberships, her Upper East Side penthouse — it was a fate she could not process.
“No,” she gasped. “No. We are not finished p>
She turned and sprinted up the grand staircase, racing down the hallway and bursting into Alycia’s custom-built walk-in closet.
The room looked like a high-end Madison Avenue boutique.
Susan ran to the display shelves and swept entire rows of Hermès Birkin and Kelly bags onto the floor with both arms. The expensive leather tumbled into a chaotic pile. She crossed to the built-in safe hidden behind a full-length mirror, punched in the combination with shaking fingers, and pulled out velvet jewelry boxes — diamond necklaces, Cartier bracelets, Van Cleef earrings Cole had bought Alycia over the years.
She dumped them all onto the floor beside the bags.
Richard stumbled into the closet doorway, watching his wife tear the room apart.