Chapter 306 Downfall Of Trent
Chapter 306 Downfall Of Trent
Quinn knew at once whose strings were being pulled–this was Julius Whitethorn’s handiwork.
Trent had brought the blade to his own throat, though.
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She could already picture tomorrow’s trading screens. Grafton Technologies plunging again, investors. scrambling, analysts predicting the company’s carcass would be picked clean within weeks.
The empire she had once built with her bare hands was about to swan–dive from its glittering peak straight into a ravine of debt. Before long Trent Grafton, the media’s golden boy, would be nothing but a broke man drowning in red ink. Life can turn on a dime.
Laura sighed dramatically. “Grafton Technologies is going down with him. I bet the shareholders are tearing their hair out tonight. Just moments ago, he was begging you to return, and now he’s moments away from losing the whole company. The Wagners won’t let this slide–how do you think they’ll retaliate?”
. Quinn shrugged. “Whatever they do to him, it has nothing to do with me.”
Laura nodded. “People who don’t know the inside story still call him a tech wunderkind–what a joke. The minute you left, his company began to crumble. Be honest, did you see this coming?”
“With his skill set? Unless he ceded control to a seasoned CEO, there was no way he could support a public company.” Quinn allowed herself a small, noncommittal smile. Trent, of course, had always been in love with his own reflection.
She had once predicted Grafton Technologies would collapse within a few years. Now it looked like the fall would come much sooner than that.
Laura’s eyes sparkled. “I can’t wait to see Trent’s mother and sister walk out of prison only to learn he’s flat–broke. I’d pay good money for that scene.”
Just then, Laura’s phone began to vibrate. The caller ID lit up with Weston’s name. A flicker of embarrassment crossed her face before she answered.
“I’m waiting outside the Capital Investment Fair,” a deep voice said. “When are you coming out?”
Laura jolted. “You never said we were meeting today.”
“I’m saying it now.”
She fell silent, utterly at a loss for words.
“How soon can you wrap up and get outside?” he pressed.
“Fine, I’m coming–give me ten minutes,” she conceded.
The day’s negotiations were already over anyway. Laura understood Weston’s nature–refuse him now, and he would simply conjure some elegant trap that made her come crawling back of her own accord.
Stick out your neck or tuck it in, the blade still drops. Fine, then. Get it over with and let the blood dry quickly
Chapter 306 Downfall Of Trent
The moment the call clicked off, she pivoted toward Quinn, her voice calm but brisk. “Quinnie, I’m heading home early.”
Quinn’s brows knit, concern spilling into her tone. “What happened?”
“Going to meet Weston,” Laura answered without a shred of camouflage.
Quinn’s confusion deepened. “You and Weston…”
“Mm–temporary boyfriend and girlfriend, let’s call it that.” With the label tossed out like a lit match, Laura strode off before questions could pile up.
Quinn stood rooted, a frown carving lines across her forehead. Temporary boyfriend and girlfriend? What on earth does that even mean?
The instant Laura stepped through the front gate, she spotted Weston’s sleek sedan idling a short distance away, its dark paint glinting beneath the street–lamps like polished obsidian.
She approached. The driver’s side window slid down with a soft electric sigh, and Weston’s smooth ‘baritone drifted out. “Get in.”
Laura lifted a shoulder in a nonchalant shrug and reached for the rear door.
His gaze flicked over, cool as steel. “What, you really think I’m your chauffeur? Front seat.”
She swallowed the urge to snap back, rounded the hood, and slid into the passenger seat. “Why did you want to meet up, Weston?”
“We’re dating now, aren’t we? A boyfriend seeing his girlfriend–problem with that?”
“No,” she muttered.
Weston turned the key; the engine purred, and the car slipped onto the avenue in a smooth, predatory glide.
“Destination?” Laura asked, curiosity pricking through her composure.
“Dinner meeting. I need you with me.”
-She arched an eyebrow, offering no resistance.
Running a company meant endless dinner circuits; Laura could navigate that terrain blindfolded. Besides, her tailored dress and midnight heels were already perfect for such a battlefield.
With that thought, her gaze drifted to Weston.
He wore a razor–cut black suit paired with a deep–navy shirt, elegance wrapped in mystery.
A sapphire–toned tie accented his collar. If I strip that tie off and blindfold him…
