Chapter 18 - The Final BlowThe federal court order was executed with swift, merciless efficiency. Within seventy-two hours of the discovery, all three offshore cryptocurrency wallets were frozen, seized, and legally transferred directly into our foundation’s accounts.
When the prison warden delivered the court documents to Daniel in solitary confinement, the inmate who witnessed the exchange later reported that Daniel screamed so loud he lost his voice entirely.
Every single penny he had hidden for his grand post-prison escape plan was gone. His secret stash, his retirement backup, his illusion of ultimate cleverness—wiped out completely by the very women he had tried to exploit and discard.
A week later, a formal notification arrived at my office confirming the transfer of funds.
I looked at the multi-hundred-thousand-dollar deposit slip, then walked over to the tall office window overlooking our flourishing foundation courtyard, where dozens of mothers and children were laughing and playing safely in the afternoon sun.
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"You played yourself, Daniel," I whispered to the empty room.
The battle was finally, unequivocally over. There were no more hidden assets, no more secret accounts, no more lies left to uncover.
