The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 493

Chapter 222: The Predator’s Perspective

The echo of Brandy Martinez’s desperate promises still hung in the heavy afternoon air long after her voice had given out.

Her mind didn’t process the departure. It replayed everything instead.

His eyes.

His voice.

The way he looked at her like she was nothing. And yet, beneath the crushing humiliation, something else lingered.

A dark, stubborn obsession she couldn’t name, tightening its grip on her chest as she stared blankly down the empty street.

HOOOOONK!

A loud, aggressive horn shocked her back to reality.

A sleek, black sedan surged past her onto the driveway, the sudden, violent gust of wind from its passing almost knocking her off balance.

Brandy stumbled back a step, her eyes flashing with instant rage. The windows of the sedan were tinted so heavily that she couldn’t catch a single glimpse of who was sitting inside the backseat.

“Asshole!” she yelled into the street, sharply raising her hand to give the retreating vehicle a dirty finger.

Panting, she patted the dirt and concrete dust off her knees, trying to gather what was left of her dignity.

She took a deep breath, straightening her posture as she forced herself to look up one last time at the towering skyscraper of Blackwood Enterprises-the place where she had just wasted a week of her life.

Then, tightening the strap of her purse, she turned on her heel and began to walk away down the sidewalk.

What she didn’t know was that sitting inside the deep shadows of that black sedan was her worst nightmare.

Inside the vehicle, Bill Franklin stared through the heavily tinted glass of the rear window.

His eyes were locked onto Brandy’s disappearing form as the sedan pulled away from the

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curb. His face was twisted into a mask of pure, venomous hatred.

Looking back at her through the glass, he watched her grow smaller in the distance-a lone, pathetic figure still standing on the concrete where Nicholas Ashcroft had abandoned her.

Only minutes earlier, Bill had descended to the ground floor in time to witness the entire chaotic spectacle.

The two elite security guards hadn’t given him a single shred of dignity. True to Monroe’s cold command, the moment his twenty minutes evaporated, they had escorted him out of his office-resolutely denying him the quiet isolation of the underground garage.

Instead, they had marched him straight through the grand, marble-floored main lobby.

It was a public execution in every sense of the word.

Clutching a heavy cardboard box of his personal belongings, Bill had been forced to walk the length of the floor under the unblinking, judgmental stares of the front desk staff and lingering employees.

His expensive suit felt like a shroud, his carefully maintained composure completely shattered as his pathetic, sweating form was paraded out like a common criminal.

The guards had shoved him toward the massive glass doors of the main entrance, where his personal driver had just pulled his premium sedan up to the front entrance of the building.

Just as the glass doors began to slide open to expel him, that piercing, unhinged shriek had shattered the air outside, making Bill freeze dead in his tracks.

“You want to know the truth about Bill Franklin?!”

The sound of his own name had sliced through him like a physical blow.

Bill’s blood ran completely cold, the cardboard box turning heavy and awkward in his trembling arms.

The spectacle on the main driveway had been so total, so utterly consuming, that the entire entrance ground to a halt. The elite guards flanking Bill immediately shifted their weight, their eyes locking onto the chaotic struggle outside.

Through the pristine glass, the raw, echoing madness of Brandy’s voice had bled right back into the lobby.

He had heard every single word.

Every frantic confession.

Every desperate threat.

hapter 222 The Predator’s Perspective

Now, sitting in the accelerating car, Bill kept his eyes fixed on Brandy’s shrinking silhouette

She had stripped him of his fifteen-year career, his reputation, and his life.

“I will make you pay, bitch.”

The promise tasted like copper and ash in the back of his throat.

Because of you…

His fists clenched in the dark backseat until his joints popped, his fingernails digging deep

into his palms.

Because of you, my life is ruined. My career, my reputation… everything.

A dark, dangerous realization bloomed in his mind as he watched her disappear from view.

She wanted Nicholas Ashcroft.

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