Eight Years His Girlfriend, Thirty Days His Downfall - Chapter 11: Chapter 11
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A few days later, Thorne Corp officially filed for bankruptcy.
His father died in the ICU, and Lorraine collapsed from the shock.
The front page of the financial news showed a glaring photo of the Thorne building with foreclosure notices plastered across it.
Right below that was a feature story about Greaves Capital's rising star, Senior Manager Rowan Sylver.
"CRACK!"
A cheap glass shattered against the greasy floor.
Callan was curled up on a ratty couch in some dingy studio apartment,
his bloodshot eyes fixed on that triumphant photo in the article.
Hatred was eating him alive from the inside.
"It's all her! She destroyed me, destroyed everything I had!"
Callan muttered to himself, taking another swig from his bottle.
Suddenly, like a lightbulb going off, he sat up straight.
A name flashed through his scrambled brain: Sable Quinn.
If she hadn't stirred up all that drama, he never would have treated Rowan that way.
And Rowan never would have turned on him so completely and ruined his life!
He couldn't keep wallowing like this.
He was going to find Sable and use her to get back at Rowan—make her suffer just like he was suffering!
When Callan tracked down Sable, she was all dolled up and draped over some older guy.
"Mr. Sterling, have another drink," she purred sweetly,
"You mentioned that project last time—is it happening or not? I'm dying to know..."
The middle-aged man had this sleazy grin, his hand wandering up her thigh:
"Sable, I heard that Thorne family you used to work for completely crashed and burned?"
Sable's smile froze for a split second, then she cranked up the sweetness:
"Oh, Mr. Sterling, why bring up that loser? Bad luck!"
"I'm completely free now, just waiting for a big shot like you to give me a chance."
She lifted her glass, about to feed him a sip.
That's when a voice boomed over her head:
"SABLE!"
She went rigid, nearly dropping the glass.
She turned around in terror:
"Ca... Callan?"
Her voice was shaking, and she pressed closer to Mr. Sterling.
"You fucking bitch!"
Callan's eyes were blazing as he grabbed her hair and yanked her toward him.
"Let go of me! You're insane!"
Sable screamed, clawing at his hands.
"Insane? Yeah! I am insane! And it's all because of you, you little whore!"
"Look! Everyone look at this slut!"
Callan pointed at Sable with her hair all messed up and makeup streaked down her face, completely hysterical:
"This bitch ruined everything! She made me screw things up with Rowan! Made me lose Thorne Corp! Destroyed my entire family!"
His father died in the ICU, and Lorraine collapsed from the shock.
The front page of the financial news showed a glaring photo of the Thorne building with foreclosure notices plastered across it.
Right below that was a feature story about Greaves Capital's rising star, Senior Manager Rowan Sylver.
"CRACK!"
A cheap glass shattered against the greasy floor.
Callan was curled up on a ratty couch in some dingy studio apartment,
his bloodshot eyes fixed on that triumphant photo in the article.
Hatred was eating him alive from the inside.
"It's all her! She destroyed me, destroyed everything I had!"
Callan muttered to himself, taking another swig from his bottle.
Suddenly, like a lightbulb going off, he sat up straight.
A name flashed through his scrambled brain: Sable Quinn.
If she hadn't stirred up all that drama, he never would have treated Rowan that way.
And Rowan never would have turned on him so completely and ruined his life!
He couldn't keep wallowing like this.
He was going to find Sable and use her to get back at Rowan—make her suffer just like he was suffering!
When Callan tracked down Sable, she was all dolled up and draped over some older guy.
"Mr. Sterling, have another drink," she purred sweetly,
"You mentioned that project last time—is it happening or not? I'm dying to know..."
The middle-aged man had this sleazy grin, his hand wandering up her thigh:
"Sable, I heard that Thorne family you used to work for completely crashed and burned?"
Sable's smile froze for a split second, then she cranked up the sweetness:
"Oh, Mr. Sterling, why bring up that loser? Bad luck!"
"I'm completely free now, just waiting for a big shot like you to give me a chance."
She lifted her glass, about to feed him a sip.
That's when a voice boomed over her head:
"SABLE!"
She went rigid, nearly dropping the glass.
She turned around in terror:
"Ca... Callan?"
Her voice was shaking, and she pressed closer to Mr. Sterling.
"You fucking bitch!"
Callan's eyes were blazing as he grabbed her hair and yanked her toward him.
"Let go of me! You're insane!"
Sable screamed, clawing at his hands.
"Insane? Yeah! I am insane! And it's all because of you, you little whore!"
"Look! Everyone look at this slut!"
Callan pointed at Sable with her hair all messed up and makeup streaked down her face, completely hysterical:
"This bitch ruined everything! She made me screw things up with Rowan! Made me lose Thorne Corp! Destroyed my entire family!"
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