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🚨 THE KESTREL BETRAYAL: WHEN THE MILLIONAIRE’S LIES CRUMBLED INTO THE RIVER 🚨 / Chapter 6 / 8

Chapter 6 - The Digital Avalanche

Within fifteen minutes of Nora’s declaration, the clip was no longer just local news—it was a global wildfire.

Hashtags like #JustANurse, #KestrelCollapse, and #ValeIndustriesScandal surged to the number one trending spots worldwide on social media platforms. Millions of users shared the footage of the weary, blood-stained nurse standing toe-to-toe with the smiling billionaire, holding the undeniable proof of corporate greed.

Inside the corporate headquarters of Vale Industries, the board of directors watched their stock price plummet by 42% in less than twenty minutes. Billions of dollars in market capitalization evaporated into thin air as institutional investors rushed to dump their shares.

Back at the bridge, Duncan’s polished facade finally shattered completely.

"You absolute fool," Duncan muttered under his breath, his voice venomous as he leaned close to Nora. "You have no idea what kind of machine you just woke up. I will sue you into bankruptcy. I will strip your license, your home, and everything you've ever worked for before the sun sets."

Nora didn't flinch. She stepped closer, her gaze unwavering.

"You can take my license, Mr. Vale," she whispered softly, a grim smile touching her lips. "You can take my home. But you will never, ever take the fact that every single person I saved today is alive to watch you fall."

At that exact moment, the wail of federal sirens cut through the air.

Three black SUVs bearing Federal Bureau of Investigation and NTSB insignia screeched to a halt around the perimeter. A dozen federal agents poured out, led by a senior investigator holding a federal warrant.

"Duncan Vale?" the lead agent called out, flashing a badge.

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