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Chapter 733
Chapter 733:
At the end of the hallway stood a heavy oak door — the most secure VIP dining room in D.C.
Isolde pushed it open.
Nathan Cross was already seated at the massive circular table, which was buried under thick stacks of legal files. Known as the Great White Shark of Washington IP law, he rose immediately as she entered, extending his hand. His eyes held a deep, genuine reverence.
Isolde shook it briefly, removed her trench coat, and sat down in the main chair. There was no small talk. No pleasantries.
“Show me the final draft of the complaint,” she said.
Nathan pushed a two-hundred-page federal indictment across the table. “It outlines every count of commercial fraud and the violation of national security protocols,” he explained, tapping the thick stack.
No𝗏e𝗅𝘀 іn 𝘁𝗋е𝗻d o𝗇 ѕ.с𝗼𝘮
Isolde flipped the heavy cover open and scanned the legal language with terrifying speed. “Add one more clause to the relief section,” she said without looking up. “I want a federal injunction to freeze all of InnoTech’s bridge loan capital. Immediately p>
Nathan drew a sharp breath. “Isolde, if we freeze that capital, we are directly attacking the Wall Street interests funding her,” he warned. “That could potentially include Grayson Lancaster, if he decides to step in and shield her. If he does, you will be declaring open war on his personal wealth p>
Isolde looked up. A cold, ruthless smirk touched the corners of her lips.
“That is exactly the point,” she said. “It is not a risk, Nathan. It is the objective. I want Grayson’s money locked inside the burning building p>
Harper unzipped the Birkin bag and produced the tiny black micro-recorder from the Silicon Valley roadshow. She slid it across the table.
Nathan plugged it into his encrypted laptop and pressed play.
Belle’s voice filled the room, arrogantly claiming absolute ownership of the stolen DARPA algorithm.
Nathan slammed his hand on the table. A massive, predatory grin broke across his face. “This is it,” he said, his voice shaking with excitement. “This is a perfect, unbreakable chain of wire fraud. She just handed us the rope to hang her p>
Isolde picked up the cup of black coffee in front of her and took a slow sip. The dark liquid matched the absolute void in her eyes.
“Seal the indictment,” she commanded. “Arrange for the federal marshals to serve her in person. I want it handed to her on Wednesday, right in the middle of the Pentagon hearing p>
Nathan signed his name across the bottom of the final page. The legal nuclear bomb was officially armed.
Isolde stood and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the glowing, powerful streets of Washington, D.C.
Tomorrow morning, a massive PR storm would hit New York — stripping Belle of all her armor and leaving her completely exposed for the final, lethal strike on Wednesday.
The thick morning fog had not yet lifted off the streets of Manhattan. It was 6:00 AM on Monday.
Every smartphone on the Upper East Side vibrated simultaneously.