Chapter 9 - The Collapse of an Empire
Arthur clawed desperately at Adrian’s wrists, choking for air. “The... the board! You can’t cancel the merger! The stockholders will ruin you!”
“Let them try,” Adrian snarled, throwing Arthur back onto the conference table with enough force to shatter several crystal water pitchers. He turned to his Security Chief. “Vance. Audit every single asset owned by Laurent & Associates. Freeze their operational accounts, notify the SEC of their offshore shell companies, and ensure Arthur Laurent is permanently blacklisted from every financial institution in North America before the markets close today.”
“Right away, sir,” Vance replied crisply, turning on his heel.
Arthur scrambled backward on the glass table, clutching his bruised ribs, realizing in horror that his entire dynasty had just been obliterated in less than sixty seconds because of his arrogance toward a catering girl.
Adrian adjusted his cuffs, his expression returning to a cold, terrifying mask of absolute control. He picked up his phone, dialed a direct number, and waited only two rings.
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“Helena,” he said, his tone softening instantly as the call connected. “Pack a bag. You and your mother are moving into the penthouse today. And don't bother arguing—my security team is already downstairs to help you.”
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