Chapter 12
The color drained instantly from Senator Vance’s face. The smug, arrogant mask shattered, replaced by sheer, unadulterated panic as he stared at the financial records scrolling across the wall.
"This... this is fabricated!" Vance stammered, half-rising from his chair, his hands shaking as he gripped the edge of the glass table. "You can't prove—"
"Federal prosecutors won't need much proof once these files land on their desks," Ivy interrupted, her voice crisp, clear, and utterly devoid of fear. She locked eyes with the trembling senator. "Every shell company in the Cayman Islands, every forged signature on your municipal clearance forms—it's all backed up by time-stamped digital footprints. Try pulling my freight liners, Senator, and your family will spend the next twenty years behind bars."
Silence descended upon the boardroom so heavy that the hum of the air conditioning sounded like a roaring engine.
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The investors who had looked ready to back Vance moments before suddenly slid their chairs back, distancing themselves from the sinking ship. One by one, they averted their eyes.
Ronan watched Ivy with a look of profound, burning fascination. She had dismantled a political dynasty with a single digital file, all while maintaining the composure of a queen.
