The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 497

Chapter 226 The Point of No Return

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Chapter 226: The Point of No Return

The beating stopped, but the damage was already done. An eerie silence swallowed the room, broken only by Bill’s ragged breathing and the ringing in his ears.

He lay on the floor trembling, his pride completely stripped away-too broken to even move too stunned to fully process what had just happened.

Monroe stood over him in calm silence, as if nothing about the scene required urgency or emotion.

He simply watched Bill struggle to catch his breath, curled into a tight ball on the floor, bloo staining his clothes.

Then he stepped forward and crouched down, lowering himself to Bill’s level.

Monroe studied him for a moment before letting out a faint chuckle.

“Do you want to hear something funny, Mr. Franklin?”

Bill didn’t answer.

He remained curled on the floor, struggling to breathe through the pain. Every part of his bod ached. His ribs felt like they were on fire.

“It turns out your little affair wasn’t the most interesting thing we found.”

His smile widened slightly.

“As it happens, you had a lot more skeletons in your closet than anyone expected.”

Bill’s stomach twisted.

Monroe raised a hand.

One of the elite guards immediately stepped forward and placed a thick manila folder into his hand.

Monroe opened it and casually flipped through the contents.

“You really enjoyed the privileges that came with your position, didn’t you?”

He pulled out the first document

“$288,750.00. Two nights at the Burj Al Arab in Dubai.”

His eyes moved across the page.

ted as accommodations for an executive conference.”

A pause.

“Except there was no conference. Just a romantic getaway with your mistress.”

Another page.

“$118,920. Dinner at Guy Savoy in Paris.”

Monroe looked amused.

“Reported as a client development meeting.”

He glanced down at Bill.

“Our investigation determined it was actually a birthday celebration with another woma

He flipped to the next document.

“Oh, this one’s impressive.”

“$623,000. Private golf resort package in Scotland.”

Another pause.

“Filed as a strategic networking retreat.”

Monroe closed the page.

“It turns out the only networking involved was with a casino hostess.”

Another sheet emerged.

“$347,800. Luxury yacht charter along the Amalfi Coast.”

His eyebrow rose slightly.

“Officially categorized as executive relationship building.”

A faint smile appeared.

“You spent the entire weekend with a social media influencer.”

Another page.

“$189,400. Presidential suite at The Plaza in New York.”

Monroe tapped the document.

“Claimed as accommodations during merger discussions.”

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He looked down at Bill.

“The merger discussions apparently involved champagne, shopping sprees, and yet ar mistress.”

The folder snapped shut.

For the first time, genuine panic flickered across Bill’s battered face.

Monroe noticed.

“Oh, and by the way,” Monroe added, leaning in slightly. “Your wife already knows everyt

Bill froze.

“The security footage from today’s revelations. The files on the girl you got pregnant and to keep silent. Every one of these expenses. Every mistress. Every lie.”

His voice remained calm.

“It’s all been delivered to her.”

Monroe crouched slightly closer.

“You are not just fired, Bill.”

A cold smile touched his lips.

“You’re exposed.”

Monroe paused for a beat, then casually patted Bill’s back-more insult than comfort-befo straightening up.

He rose slowly from the crouch, his expression still calm.

“And before you start convincing yourself this ends with an early retirement,” Monroe continued, “let me save you the disappointment. It doesn’t.”

He adjusted his suit and looked down at Bill.

“Your wife is leaving you with nothing. No money. No career. No leverage.”

A brief pause.

“By the time the divorce is finalized, you’ll be lucky if you have enough left to start over.”

His expression remained unchanged.

“You’re done, Bill.”

“And if you’re not out of this country when your twenty-four hours are up,” he then your problems will extend far beyond losing your job.”

He adjusted a cufflink.

“Mr. Blackwood has been remarkably generous today.”

A faint pause.

“Leave, and you might still have the opportunity to disappear quietly and start o somewhere else.”

His gaze settled on Bill.

“Stay… and ever door available to you will close.”

The room fellent, but something darker settled into Monroe’s expression.

“And when man runs out of options, Mr. Franklin, the ending is rarely a pleasant on

“And the the said quietly, “is the consequence of your own actions.”

“Fift ears of power,” Monroe said, straightening his coat as he turned toward the

d in an afternoon. Mr. Blackwood is showing you mercy by letting you walk aw ht push your luck.”

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ut another word, he turned and walked away.

wo security guards followed immediately behind him.

eir footsteps echoed through the ruined house, growing fainter with every second until t bund of the front door opening and closing finally broke the silence.

Then they were gone.

The door clicked shut, leaving him in the hollowed-out silence of his own home

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