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Chapter 764:
The sound of breaking glass rang through the silent hallway. Behind the ice machine, Alycia clapped a hand over her mouth, her nails digging into her skin, cold sweat breaking out across her forehead.
“Call every short seller on Wall Street,” Cole said through his teeth. “I want every company associated with the Beasley family worth zero by sunrise p>
The assistant nodded, then added quickly, “Sir, the Medical Board hearing on Alycia’s license is tomorrow morning p>
Cole let out a cold, humorless laugh. “Use every resource we have. I don’t just want her license revoked. I want her charged with felony medical fraud. I want her unable to hold a job in this country again p>
Alycia heard every word. Her body began to shake. She knew Cole was not bluffing. He was going to erase her from existence—strip her of everything and leave nothing behind. Extreme fear curdled into pure, concentrated hatred. She stared at the VIP ward door, and in that moment, every wrong that had ever befallen her in her life converged on a single name.
June Powell.
The assistant departed. Cole received an urgent international call and moved to the soundproof lounge at the far end of the corridor to take it. The hallway was now empty except for the two drowsy bodyguards by the elevator and a blind spot in the security camera coverage directly beside the VIP ward door.
𝖠𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇
Alycia took a slow breath. She slipped off her soaked raincoat, revealing a stolen nurse’s uniform underneath. She pulled on a surgical mask and goggles, moved the abandoned medical cart from beside the ice machine, and walked with her head down toward the nurses’ station medication room.
Using her knowledge of hospital protocols and a forged access card she had prepared before her dismissal, she swiped open the electronic lock. The room was empty—the on-duty nurse had gone to do rounds.
Alycia moved quickly to the cabinet labeled VIP 1.
She withdrew a syringe filled with high-concentration penicillin from her pocket—purchased at exorbitant cost on the black market. She knew better than anyone that June was deathly allergic to penicillin.
Her hands shook, but her eyes were steady with madness. She plunged the needle into the antibiotic IV bag scheduled for June that night and pressed the entire lethal dose into the clear liquid.
She withdrew the needle, replaced the IV bag exactly where she had found it, and smoothed her gloved hands against her uniform. A slow, twisted smile curled her lips as she pictured June going into anaphylactic shock, choking to death in the quiet of the hospital room while Easton sat helplessly beside her.
Alycia stuffed the empty syringe into her pocket and pushed the medical cart back to the fire exit. She slipped down the service elevator and fled the hospital, disappearing into the pre-dawn darkness.
Ten minutes later, inside the VIP ward, June leaned against the raised hospital bed. Her face was still pale, but her eyes were sharp and urgent. She watched Easton on the sofa, working through legal documents, and spoke in a hoarse voice. “I need you to check me out of here right now. I’m not staying another minute p>