Chapter 9 - The Broadcast
"I already have the money," I said coldly.
I gestured to Jax, who stepped forward with a laptop. He turned the screen toward Julian and Beatrice.
"While you were busy torturing me, my team was busy executing a counter-hack," I said. "You see, Julian, your biometric signature was required to authorize the transfer of my funds into your offshore accounts. But when you grabbed my hand and forced me to sign that document with my blood..."
"...you left your perfect, high-resolution fingerprints all over the pen and the paper," Elias finished with a grim smile.
"We scanned them. We bypassed your security," I continued. "We didn't just stop the transfer of my assets. We drained yours. Every hidden account. Every shell company. Every penny the Hawthorne family has stolen over the last century has just been wired to a massive, untraceable public charity trust."
Julian let out a guttural, animalistic scream, lunging toward the laptop. Elias merely stepped in his path, shoving him back to his knees with the butt of his rifle.
"You are bankrupt," I stated, relishing the utter despair in their eyes. "But it gets worse."
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Jax tapped a button on the keyboard.
"That confession you made? About poisoning my father?" I smiled, tasting the sweet, absolute victory. "I just live-streamed the audio to the Federal Bureau of Investigation, the SEC, and the entire board of directors of Hawthorne Industries. The police aren't just coming, Julian. The world is watching."
