Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 381

Chapter 381: Fury and Panic

The conference room deep inside ChronosX headquarters felt suffocating.

It was the same table, the same chairs, the same walls where once they made the deals of the century, where they felt invincible and on top of the world despite being part of the ’commoners,’ the 85% of humanity who never awakened.

They always told themselves that the awakened were the new soldiers, part of the warrior class. They, part of the ruler class, were superior.

But just one group of awakened full of lively youths were enough to bring such a view into question.

The atmosphere was nothing like what it was back when Maximilian and his four cronies reveled in their triumph over Kaiden’s group. Back then, the air had been thick with perfume, cigars, champagne, laughter, and moans, each man and woman accompanied by their own favorite plaything.

But tonight, none of that could be seen. No slaves, no celebrations, no debauchery. Only cold silence. The three men and a single woman sat stiff and sour-faced:

Elise Dupré, Anton Krieger, Harold Veyne, and Lionel Hawke.

The stench of fear had replaced perfume as they listened to their boss scream like a wild boar.

"No, you listen to me, you spineless bastard!" Maximilian roared into his phone. Spittle flew as his face twisted in fury. "I bought your career! I paid for your campaigns, your ads, and your entire rise to power was funded by my dollars! You don’t get to just walk away when things get tough!"

On the other end, the politician’s voice was cool. "And yet, here we are. I refuse to sink with you, Maximilian. You’ve become too toxic. Associating with you any further would mean career suicide."

"Do you hear yourself?!" Maximilian slammed the table so hard that Anton flinched. "You owe me everything! Don’t think I won’t put you down personally if you turn your back on me!"

"So be it," came the sharp reply. "But I won’t be dragged into the grave with you. This is where we part ways."

*Click.*

The line went dead.

For a moment, Maximilian just stared at the phone with a quivering expression. Then the fury erupted.

He flung the device across the room, shattering it against the wall in a burst of plastic and sparks. "RAT! Worthless, gutless RAT!" His chair screeched backward as he shot to his feet, roaring incoherently, pounding his fists into the polished wood as the other four shareholders sat in tense silence.

The conference room, once a den of smug indulgence, now trembled.

"How did this happen?!" Maximilian bellowed with veins standing out across his thick neck. He slammed both fists into the polished table again, the wood groaning under the impact. "HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO ME?!"

"ALEXANDRAAAAAAAA!"

Her name ripped out of his throat like a beast’s howl. The walls of the conference room seemed to shiver with it, and even the hardened cronies at the table flinched.

It was her. The dumb whore who had slipped through his fingers. The woman who should’ve been broken and forgotten, nothing more than a trembling pawn. Instead, Alexandra’s tearful confession had cut through his empire like a sword. The video had gone viral within seconds. It was so well crafted with her voice shaking, her eyes red, and her words spouting ridiculous nonsense.

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