Bound By A Broken Night novel Chapter 32

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“Are you sharing your wife with Dad?”

The words had barely left Jameson’s mouth when Zandrie lunged.

His fist struck with brutal precision, snapping Jameson’s head to the side. The impact sent him staggering backward, his boots scraping against the marble as he struggled to stay upright.

“Fuck!” Jameson spat, blood streaking from the corner of his mouth as his hand flew to his jaw. “Jameson!” Jeff barked, rushing forward to catch him before he collapsed.

Zandrie stalked toward them, fury rolling off him in suffocating waves. His jaw was locked so tight it trembled, fists still clenched, body coiled and ready to strike again.

“What the hell is wrong with you two?” he growled, closing the distance. “Say that again–and I’ll make sure you never open your mouth the same way again.”

His eyes were razor–sharp, drilling into them with a promise of violence that needed no further explanation.

Jeff scoffed and stepped forward, emboldened by arrogance or sheer stupidity.

“Then explain this,” he said coldly. “Why does Father look so taken with your useless wife? Aren’t you curious why they’re alone in his office while you’re left waiting outside like a nobody?”

Zandrie didn’t move, but something dark flickered behind his eyes–something dangerous.

Jameson wiped the blood from his lip and smirked, deliberately glancing at the closed door of the CEO’s office.

“Father always gets what he wants,” he said mockingly. “And your wife is undeniably stunning. Can you really blame him for taking an interest?”

The words landed like poison.

Jeff let out a short, humorless laugh.

“So that’s how you earn his favor, Drie?” he sneered. “By offering up your wife?”

The hallway seemed to constrict around them, the air thick with hostility–one breath away from bloodshed.

“What nonsense are you two spouting now?”

Jefferson Holt’s voice thundered down the corridor.

He stormed toward them, his presence commanding, his expression carved from pure fury.

“Why don’t you ask Father yourself, Jameson?” Zandrie said coldly, turning to face him—and never once breaking eye contact with Jefferson.

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“Ask him if I’m sharing my wife to earn his favor.”

The challenge hung in the air.

Jefferson’s eyes widened–first in shock, then igniting with rage.

“You two sons of bitches,” he snarled.

His fist lashed out without warning.

Jameson and Jeff barely had time to react before the blows sent them reeling backward, crashing hard onto the floor.

“Urgh-!” Their groans echoed through the now–silent hallway as they sprawled against the marble, blood already staining their mouths.

Jefferson loomed over them, livid.

“Have you not humiliated me enough?” he roared.

“In front of Zandrie–and his wife, no less!”

He kicked Jameson sharply, then Jeff, sending them curling inward as they tried to shield themselves.

“You dare drag my name into your filth?” he continued, voice shaking with fury.

“Your mouths need cleansing.”

The hallway fell into stunned silence–broken only by labored breaths and the raw, unmistakable fury simmering between father and sons.

“Your father and I are discussing important business,” Cassie said calmly as she approached, her heels echoing softly against the marble.

She took the seat Zandrie had vacated with deliberate ease, as though the chaos moments earlier had never occurred.

“Matters your filthy and limited minds are incapable of comprehending.”

Despite the violence that had just unfolded, she remained composed–unruffled, unshaken.

“This will be the last insult,” she continued evenly.

“The last chance I am giving the two of you–solely because you are my husband’s brothers.”

Her gaze swept over Jameson and Jeff, cold and piercing, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

Yet instead of remorse, they looked at her with open scorn, their contempt undiminished by blood or warning.

Cassie studied them for a moment longer, then let out a quiet, derisive snort, shaking her head.

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“I see now,” she said coolly.

“I overestimated the capacity of your already tiny brains.”

She rose to her feet and casually straightened her clothes, as if preparing to leave a dull meeting rather than pass judgment.

“Well then.”

Her voice sharpened.

“Issue a board order,” Cassie declared, “to suspend Mr. Jameson Corell and Mr. Jeff Russ from their positions for one month.”

Their eyes widened–if only slightly.

“And during that period,” she added, her gaze moving between them with surgical calm, “they will be assigned to clean every toilet in Holt Corporation.”

Her lips curved faintly as she delivered the final blow.

“Use that time to discover what’s truly filthier–your mouths, or the toilets.”

Silence detonated.

“Who the hell do you think you are?!” Jameson bellowed, struggling to rise.

“Jameson!” Jefferson roared.

Cassie merely smiled.

“You’ll find out who I am,” she said lightly, “once you’re scrubbing toilet bowls.”

She turned away without another glance.

“The board order must take effect immediately, CEO Holt,” she added over her shoulder.

Zandrie followed her without hesitation, their retreat watched by every stunned eye in the corridor.

“Dad?” Jeff asked hoarsely once they were gone.

“You heard Miss Cassidy Greene,” Jefferson said coldly, his glare lethal.

“Effective immediately.”

He turned to his secretary.

“Prepare the documents. Summon the board for their signatures.”

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