Chapter 10
Colette took a deep, shuddering breath. She stepped away from the comforting heat of Alex's chest and walked directly into the center of the brawl.
The sharp clicking of her designer heels cut through the noise of the shouting crowd.
"Julian!" Colette called out loudly. Her voice dripped with absolute, icy aristocratic authority.
Julian froze mid-punch. He dropped his fist, his head snapping up. His eyes widened in sheer terror when he saw his furious fiancée standing over him.
Mr. Russo took the momentary distraction to violently shove Julian off his chest. Russo stumbled backward, straightening his ruined, bloody suit jacket.
Abby looked up from the floor. Her tear-streaked face paled significantly when she saw Colette's cold, unforgiving stare.
"Colette, wait," Julian stammers, holding his hands up defensively. "I can explain. Russo was harassing Abby while she was working. I had to step in."
Colette cut him off with a sharp, dismissive wave of her hand. She refused to hear another pathetic excuse fall from his lips.
Suddenly, the flashing red and blue lights of police cruisers illuminated the club's massive windows.
Four heavily armed NYPD officers stormed up the VIP stairs, shouting for everyone to freeze and put their hands up.
The lead officer zeroed in on the blood and broken glass. He approached Julian and Russo, pulling out a pair of heavy metal handcuffs.
Julian looked terrified. The color drained completely from his face. He realized instantly that a public arrest for a bar brawl would destroy the Sterling fund's pristine reputation overnight.
Colette's mind raced. A scandal of this magnitude wouldn't just ruin Julian; it would drag the Beaumont family name through the mud in tomorrow's papers.
She stepped directly between Julian and the police officer, physically blocking the handcuffs.
"Officer," Colette said. She introduced herself as Harrison Beaumont's daughter. Her tone was calm, impeccably polite, and deeply intimidating.
She lied smoothly to the officer, her face a mask of perfect composure. "There is no need for arrests. This was merely a private misunderstanding between business associates. Things got slightly out of hand."
The officer hesitated. He lowered the handcuffs slightly, clearly recognizing the immense power and legal threat behind the Beaumont family name.
Colette turned her sharp gaze to Russo. "Mr. Russo, I assume you would rather accept a generous, quiet settlement for your ruined suit than endure a messy, public trial against Beaumont lawyers?"
Russo sneered, wiping blood from his lip. But he nodded sharply, intimidated by Colette's icy composure and the very real threat to his own finances.
The lead officer sighed, agreeing to stand down. He ordered the crowd to disperse immediately.
Julian sagged with massive relief. He reached out, his hand trembling, trying to grab Colette's hand in gratitude.
Colette violently flinches away from his touch. She looked at his bloody knuckles with pure, unfiltered disgust.
She turned her back on him, maintaining her perfect, rigid posture as she walked toward the exit.
Julian took a step to follow her. "Colette, please-"
Suddenly, Abby grabbed Julian's arm. "Julian, please don't leave me," she cried out, her voice trembling with manufactured fear. "I'm scared."
Julian hesitated. He stopped walking. He looked torn between chasing his furious fiancée and comforting his terrified ex-girlfriend.
That single second of hesitation was the final nail in the coffin for Colette's breaking heart.
She didn't look back. She walked out of the club, the cool night air hitting her tear-stained cheeks.
Alex was already waiting by the curb. He was holding the passenger door of the black car open for her.
Colette walked straight past Julian's parked Porsche. She headed directly for Alex.
She got into the car. As she ducked her head, Alex gently raised his hand, shielding her head from the doorframe-a stark, gentle contrast to the violence she had just witnessed from Julian.
Alex slammed the door shut. He turned and shot one final, murderous glare at the club entrance before walking to the driver's side.
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