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Chapter 724
Chapter 724:
“You taught a guest lecture at my business school ten years ago, Mr. Lancaster,” she said, her voice perfectly flat. “You said a trump card is only revealed when it is time for the killing blow p>
Alistair let out a low, rumbling laugh — a sound entirely devoid of warmth. It was the sound of one predator recognizing another.
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. The pleasantries were over.
“Tell me what you want,” Alistair said.
Isolde set the glass down on the table. The soft clink of crystal against wood sounded like a gunshot. Her eyes turned to twin shards of black ice.
“I want the Lancaster family to initiate a total, suffocating supply chain blockade against InnoTech,” she stated. “And within the next thirty days, I want every shadow hedge fund you control to aggressively short their stock until the company is completely liquidated p>
Alistair raised a thick silver eyebrow. He was genuinely surprised by the sheer scale of her violence.
“You want to wipe that woman’s company off the face of the earth,” he observed. “That is a very expensive vendetta. My sources tell me Grayson just funneled another one hundred and fifty million into her failing enterprise. His stupidity seems to have no limit p>
𝗡e𝘸 𝖼𝘩a𝗉𝘵𝖾𝗿s е𝘃e𝗿𝘆 𝗐е𝗲𝘬 𝗈𝗇.с𝗈𝘮
“Grayson’s foolishness should not be a debt the family has to pay,” Isolde shot back, her tone ruthless. “InnoTech’s core algorithm is stolen. It contains a fatal structural flaw. When it blows up, Grayson’s investment goes to zero, and the SEC investigation will drag SkyLine’s stock down with it p>
She reached into her clutch and produced a small, encrypted black titanium USB drive, sliding it across the polished wood table.
“This is the preliminary proof of their algorithm’s failure,” she said. “I am offering you a chance to stop the bleeding before it infects the entire family p>
Alistair did not look at the drive. He kept his eyes locked on Isolde, as though trying to see into her soul.
“You think I care about a hundred and fifty million dollars?” he sneered. “What I care about is why you think I would destroy my grandson’s favorite toy just to satisfy your personal revenge p>
Isolde did not blink. She leaned forward, matching his aggressive posture, and threw her ultimate bait onto the table.
“Because as long as I carry the title of Mrs. Lancaster,” she said, her voice dropping to a lethal whisper, “I will ensure that my upcoming DARPA manufacturing contracts are awarded exclusively to SkyLine’s military factories p>
Alistair’s breathing stopped for a fraction of a second. She had found the fatal weak point of the capitalist monster.
“That is a multi-billion dollar, decade-long federal contract,” Isolde continued smoothly. “A legacy deal that will permanently place the Lancaster family on the Pentagon’s core supplier list p>
Alistair leaned back against the leather sofa. His fingers began to tap a slow, rhythmic beat against the armrest. For three long minutes, the only sound in the room was that soft tapping as his mind — a ruthless supercomputer — calculated the immense financial and political leverage she was offering. It was a prize far greater than Grayson’s pathetic love life.