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Chapter 734
Chapter 734:
The push notifications hit like a coordinated carpet bombing. The front page of the New York Post’s Page Six gossip section was dominated by a single, massive headline.
Belle Escobar — The Ultimate Homewrecker.
The article was a brutal, forensic dissection of her life. It detailed exactly how Belle had used her illegitimate son, Kaiden, to manipulate her way into the Lancaster family. Below the text were crystal-clear, high-definition security screenshots showing Belle and Grayson slipping into luxury hotel rooms while Isolde was still legally his wife. The evidence, meticulously compiled by Nolan Reed from dozens of hacked hotel servers, was irrefutable.
At the exact same moment, the X platform exploded.
Thanks to Nolan Reed’s flawless penetration of InnoTech’s internal servers, a leaked audio file began spreading like a contagion — a recording of Belle screaming at her engineers, proving beyond any doubt that she had no understanding of the technology she claimed to have invented. The hashtag FakeGenius locked itself into the number one trending position.
Inside the penthouse office of InnoTech headquarters, Belle was asleep, her head resting on her massive mahogany desk.
A shrill ringtone shattered the silence.
Belle jerked awake, rubbing her swollen eyes, and picked up the phone.
S𝖺ve у𝗈𝘂𝗋 𝗳𝖺𝘷𝗈𝘳i𝘁е 𝗻𝗈𝘃e𝘭𝗌 oո
“Turn on your computer!” her PR director screamed through the speaker, sounding as though he were hyperventilating. “The entire internet is demanding you step down! We are being slaughtered p>
Belle’s stomach dropped into a bottomless pit. Her hands began to shake.
She grabbed her tablet and unlocked the screen. Vicious, hateful comments flooded her vision. The security photos of her and Grayson were everywhere. Her brain short-circuited. The air left her lungs entirely.
With trembling thumbs, she opened her trading app and checked the Nasdaq pre-market data.
InnoTech’s stock price had plummeted forty percent in thirty minutes.
The heavy double doors of her office flew open. The head of the legal department sprinted into the room, his shirt soaked through with cold sweat, waving a thick stack of papers.
“The Silicon Valley VCs are out!” he yelled, his voice cracking. “Sequoia and Andreessen just sent termination letters. They are pulling the one hundred and fifty million dollar term sheets. The morality clause was triggered p>
Belle felt the room begin to spin. A wave of nausea rose in her throat. “And the defense contractors?” she whispered.
“Suspended,” the lawyer said, dropping the papers onto her desk. “They cannot risk the reputational damage of associating with a fraud. We are completely cut off p>
Five years of meticulous lies. Her carefully constructed image as a brilliant, independent female founder — violently stripped away in a single hour. She was naked in front of the world.
Belle grabbed her cold coffee cup and hurled it across the room. It shattered against the wall. She swept her arm across the desk, sending her keyboard and files crashing to the floor.
“Take down the trending topics!” she shrieked, her voice tearing at her own vocal cords. “Pay them whatever they want! Issue legal threats to everyone p>