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Chapter 590
Chapter 590:
Spread across the polished surface was a collection of financial newspapers and printed executive summaries, their bold red headlines all converging on the same story: the Compton Group and the Love Group locked in a catastrophic, mutually destructive market war.
“Are you completely insane?” Eleanor’s voice was a dry, sandpaper rasp — no longer strong in volume, but carrying a weight of authority that had never diminished.
Cole’s eyes moved away. The muscles along his neck tightened.
“It is a necessary market correction,” he said, building a wall out of corporate language. “Crawford overstepped. I am protecting our market position p>
Eleanor let out a short, humorless sound — somewhere between a laugh and a cough. She pressed her hand to her chest and breathed through it, but her eyes never wavered.
“Market position,” she repeated, the mockery precise and deliberate. “You wired ten million dollars in untraceable cash to bail out those two Beasley criminals. Was that a corporate strategy, Cole? Or was that the behavior of a madman p>
Cole took a step back. The air in the room felt suddenly insufficient. His hands curled into fists at his sides, nails pressing into his palms.
“I have a responsibility to Alycia,” he forced out. His voice was unsteady. “I made a promise to Caleb. I am protecting this family p>
Eleanor’s eyes widened.
𝗠o𝘴𝗍 𝗿𝖾𝗮𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗶𝘴 we𝗲𝘬 𝗈𝗇.сom
She reached for the antique teacup on the edge of the nightstand and hurled it at his feet with a sudden, startling burst of strength.
The porcelain shattered against the Persian rug with a sharp crack that rang through the dead silence of the room.
“Do not use this family as your shield!” she said, the effort immediately drawing a harsh cough from her chest. She didn’t stop. “You are burning billions of dollars. You are freeing criminals who may well have had a hand in destroying innocent lives. And you are doing it because June walked away from you p>
Cole went completely rigid.
Her name hit him like a physical impact — a sudden, system-wide shutdown.
“You are at war with Crawford because you are suffocating with jealousy,” Eleanor continued, her voice thinning with each sentence while her gaze grew sharper still. “You bailed out the Beasleys because you are desperate to make June look at you again. You are behaving like a wounded animal begging for the attention of someone who has already turned away p>
She looked at him for a long, unsparing moment.
The anger in her eyes faded. What replaced it was worse — a deep, exhausted, entirely personal disappointment.
“You are pathetic,” she whispered.
The dam inside Cole’s mind gave way.
The accumulated pressure of the past weeks — the divorce, the fight with Crawford, the bottomless, airless emptiness that had taken up permanent residence in the center of his chest — came down on him all at once.
His knees gave out.
He dropped into the armchair beside the bed and bent forward, burying his face in his hands. For a long time, the only sounds in the room were the storm hammering the windows and the ragged, labored rhythm of Cole struggling to breathe.
He was hyperventilating.
Slowly, he lifted his head.