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Chapter 585
Chapter 585:
The elderly professor’s expression had hardened into a deep, severe frown. He had spent his career in the highest halls of academia and government. He had never, in all that time, been exposed to anything quite like this.
“Madam,” he said. His voice was not loud. It didn’t need to be. It carried the quiet, immovable weight of a man who has spent decades being listened to by heads of state. “Please moderate your language. You are in a public space, and your conduct falls well below the standard of basic human decency p>
Susan stopped laughing. She turned her head toward the man who had dared to interrupt her.
Her eyes moved over Dr. Zhang’s faded grey Mao suit and scuffed leather shoes. Her shallow, brand-obsessed mind completed its calculation in under two seconds and arrived at its verdict.
A slow, cruel smile twisted her lips.
“And who exactly are you?” she sneered, looking him up and down with open contempt. “Some raggedy old nobody trying to play the hero p>
She swung her gaze back to June, her voice rising to carry across the entire lobby.
“Is this how far you’ve fallen, June? Cole throws you out, so now you have to attach yourself to some broke, decrepit old man just to afford a meal? Is that how desperate you’ve become p>
The words hung in the lobby air, toxic and irretrievable.
T𝗁𝗼u𝗌𝘢𝘯𝗱ѕ o𝘧 𝗿𝖾a𝗱𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝘰𝘯 g𝗮𝗅ո𝗼𝘃elѕ.𝖼о𝘮
Brogan drew a sharp, horrified breath. He could not quite believe that a human being could be this catastrophically stupid.
And June — hearing this vulgar, ignorant woman direct that filth at the mentor she respected above anyone else in her professional life — felt something shift inside her that had nothing to do with restraint.
The lobby of Le Bernardin went completely still.
The soft ambient sounds — clinking silverware, distant piano — seemed to dissolve. Every head in the room had turned.
June did not speak. Time seemed to compress around her. Dr. Zhang’s expression, confused and quietly insulted, burned itself into her mind. This man — a titan of science, a figure of pure intellect and irreproachable integrity — was being dragged through the mud by this creature in front of her. He was the one person who had seen her worth when she had nothing, the embodiment of the clean, rational world she had been clawing her way back toward. She could weather years of emotional abuse with cold logic. She could absorb corporate warfare and legal ambushes with calculated patience. But this — this was different. This was the desecration of something she held sacred.
The walls of her composure didn’t crack. They simply ceased to exist.
June opened her fingers slowly and deliberately. Her black silk clutch dropped to the marble floor with a soft, definitive thud.
She looked at Susan. What was in her eyes was no longer anything resembling restraint.
In a single fluid motion, she stepped forward, planted her left foot, rotated from the hip, and swung her right arm with the full force of her body behind it.
Smack.
The sound split through the lobby like a gunshot.