If you are looking for Abandoned Ex-Wife: Now Untouchable Chapter 681read online, you have come to the right place…
Chapter 681
Chapter 681:
She opened an encrypted messaging channel directly to Elias Cole — the venture capital predator she had met at the charity gala. She didn’t sell the evidence outright; she couldn’t afford to surrender her leverage over Grayson just yet. Instead, she offered it as collateral for a high-interest transaction.
Title: InnoTech Bankruptcy & SkyLine CEO Securities Fraud Proof. Request: $2,000,000 USD short-term bridge loan. If I default in 72 hours, the decryption key is yours to short the stock.
She hit send.
Isolde leaned against the sink, staring at the screen. Her heart pounded in her ears. She was leveraging Grayson’s criminal secrets with one of the most dangerous men on Wall Street.
Fourteen minutes of agonizing silence passed.
Then the phone vibrated. A reply from Cole’s encrypted handle.
Prove it.
Isolde’s fingers moved with cold precision. She isolated a single, non-incriminating line of code from the InnoTech audit — a timestamped server log confirming a critical system failure — encrypted it, and sent it back.
Appetizer.
Less than sixty seconds later, the phone vibrated again.
Transaction Complete.
𝗥om𝖺𝘯𝘤𝖾 𝗮𝗇𝗱 𝗉a𝘀𝗌іon оո ѕ.𝗰о𝗆
Elias Cole, a man who recognized blood in the water and understood the value of a high-leverage secret, didn’t ask another question. Two million dollars in untraceable cryptocurrency flooded into Isolde’s offshore wallet.
Her fingers flew across the screen. She routed the funds through three separate tumbling services, washing the digital trail clean, before converting to USD and wiring it directly into Presbyterian Hospital’s emergency receiving account.
Isolde unlocked the bathroom door and walked out. Through the small hallway window, the sky was just beginning to turn a pale, bruised purple. She approached the billing desk and handed the clerk her reference number. The clerk’s eyes widened as the payment cleared the system.
Isolde walked back toward the ICU.
Julian Thorne was stepping out of the double doors, pulling off his surgical gloves. He looked exhausted, but his posture remained rigid. He saw Isolde. He looked at the cleared payment receipt in her hand, and a flicker of genuine surprise crossed his stoic features.
“The infusion is complete,” Julian said quietly. “His vitals have stabilized. The next twenty-four hours are critical, but he is fighting p>
The sheer, overwhelming relief hit Isolde so hard her knees buckled.
She stumbled forward.
Julian moved with startling speed. He reached out and caught her by the arms. His grip was strong, steady, and remarkably warm.
Isolde leaned against his chest for a fraction of a second, breathing in the clean scent of soap and sterile cotton. It was the first time in years she had felt entirely safe in the presence of a man.
Julian gently helped her stand upright. He did not linger, maintaining a respectful, professional distance. He reached to a nearby cart and handed her a steaming cup of black coffee.
“Drink this. Go to the waiting room and sleep,” Julian ordered softly. “I will watch him p>
Isolde took the warm cup and looked up at Julian’s sharp, composed face.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
But even as the word left her lips, she knew that by leveraging that data, she had lit the fuse on a bomb that was going to reduce Grayson Lancaster’s empire to ash.