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Chapter 605
Chapter 605:
Archer read the message without expression. The screen went dark, the data permanently erased. He lifted his head, his green eyes meeting hers with absolute understanding. Then, with deliberate and theatrical grace, he reached for her right hand and brushed his lips across her knuckles — a gesture archaic, submissive, and utterly false.
“As you wish, my employer p>
The door exploded inward.
The sound was deafening — a violent crack of splintering wood as the heavy walnut panel was kicked open from the outside, the reinforced hinges screaming before they gave way.
𝖫а𝗍𝗲𝘴t 𝗰𝘩a𝘱𝘵𝖾𝘳𝗌 oո
Easton stood in the doorway.
His gray eyes were no longer the cool, rational color of slate. They were burning, a furious and bloodshot red that seemed to consume the whites entirely. His tie was ripped loose and dangling crookedly from his collar. His bespoke suit jacket was gone, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with tension. His chest heaved with the ragged, desperate breaths of a man who had sprinted five blocks from his law firm, who had abandoned a critical partners’ meeting, who had driven through three red lights to get here.
Vera hovered behind him, her face pale, one hand pressed to her mouth in horror.
Easton’s gaze locked onto the scene before him. June on the sofa. Her hand in the grip of a stranger. A tall, striking man with wild green eyes kneeling at her feet, his lips still hovering over her skin.
The image detonated something in Easton’s brain.
He moved.
Three long strides carried him across the room. He grabbed Archer by the collar of his black shirt and hauled him upward with brutal force, nearly throwing him into the wall. Archer, trained in a dozen forms of combat, reacted with liquid speed — twisting his body, absorbing the momentum, landing in a balanced crouch. His face smoothed into a professional mask, but his eyes had gone cold. Dangerous.
“Easton.” June’s voice cut through the chaos like a blade.
She rose from the sofa. Her movements were unhurried, controlled. Her black trench coat fell open, revealing the simple silk blouse beneath. She looked at him with no expression at all — as though he were a stranger who had wandered into the wrong room.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing p>
Easton’s chest heaved. He released Archer’s collar and spun to face her, his hands shaking with the effort of restraint.
“What am I doing?” His voice was a rasp, shredded by rage and something far more desperate. “June, look at yourself. Look at where you are. Look at what you’re doing with this — this p>
He couldn’t say the word. His jaw locked, the muscle jumping violently. The pain in his eyes spilled over, raw and humiliating.
June let out a short, contemptuous laugh. She didn’t offer a flimsy excuse. She went on the attack.
“This is a private business meeting, Easton,” she said, her voice dropping to a freezing, clinical tone. “Are you here in your capacity as my lawyer? Because if so, you are fired. If not, then you are trespassing. Which is it p>
Vera blinked once, then twice, her mouth opening in an attempt to smooth things over. But the sheer coldness in June’s voice froze the words in her throat.