Chapter 1448
His mind was already turning, wondering exactly what kind of ring would best suit such beautiful fingers.
“Nicholas.” Serena turned her head, admiring his stunning, aristocratic profile under the glittering chandeliers.
Nicholas immediately looked up. “Yes p>
Serena arched a brow. “Are you feeling smug p>
Nicholas cast a brief glance at the hostile brotherly trio and lowered his voice. “A little p>
“After all, I finally have an official title. I can’t help it p>
Serena chuckled softly, lightly scratching the center of his palm with her fingertip.
A silent gesture of indulgence.
A galaxy of stars bloomed in Nicholas’s eyes.
Right at that moment.
Nicholas’s phone vibrated sharply.
Simultaneously.
A piercing alarm shrieked from Jasper’s laptop resting on a nearby table.
A blazing red warning box flooded the screen.
The previously relaxed atmosphere instantly shattered, freezing over in a fraction of a second.
The annoyed scowl vanished from Jasper’s face as he sprinted toward the laptop. “We’ve got a situation p>
Nicholas’s gaze darkened abruptly.
He glanced at the message on his phone, the lazy affection in his eyes instantly replaced by glacial hostility.
Sensing the shift, Julian stepped up beside Jasper. “What’s wrong p>
Jasper’s fingers flew across the keyboard as a cascade of red alerts multiplied on the screen.
“Damn it!” Jasper cursed under his breath. “Obsidian Sun is cutting their tails.” The expressions of everyone around the table hardened.
Serena slowly lifted her gaze, the languid relaxation fading from her eyes, leaving behind a sharp, deadly frost.
Nicholas handed his phone to her. “It’s from The Federal Oversight Task Force p>
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“The Volatile Purge Chip extracted from Alaric Sinclair triggered a self-destruct sequence while being transported to their tech division for analysis for
Jerrick’s face turned rigid. “The chip was destroyed p>
Jasper stared at the rapidly scrolling data, his features twisting with lethal intensity. Worse, the sinclair, foundation’s offshore servers are undergoing a synchronized purge p>
“Westover Free Port, the Northreach Region relay, the Whitecliffe Harbor relief station p>
“Everything is severing p>
The room fell into a heavy silence.
Obsidian Sun was moving far faster than any of them had anticipated.
Just then, Julian’s phone rang.
He answered it, listening for barely a few seconds before his eyes turned to ice behind his lenses. “Multiple offshore financial channels
registered under the Sinclair family are being frozen, canceled, transferred p>
“Someone is burning the ledgers, and they’re doing it at terrifying speed p>
Jerrick’s combat-hardened face looked grim. “They’ve abandoned the Sinclairs p>
Serena scoffed, a cold, breathless sound. “Standard Obsidian Sun protocol p>
“The moment a pawn is exposed, they instantly sever all ties and erase any trace leading back to their inner circle p>
She stood up. “To the lounge p>
Serena walked over to Edward and Catherine. “Dad, Mom. Please wrap up the gala for us. We have an urgent matter to handle p>
Sensing the gravity of the situation, Edward and Catherine instinctively grasped Serena’s hand. “Is it Obsidian Sun p>
Serena didn’t hide the truth. “Yes p>
Catherine’s eyes welled with tears, but she didn’t try to stop her; she only squeezed her daughter’s hand tighter. “Be careful p>
Edward spoke firmly. “Your mother and I will handle things here p>
Old Mr. Lancaster approached, leaning heavily on his cane, his expression stern.
“Go. I’ll hold down the fort for the Lancasters p>
Old Mr. Blackwood dropped his celebratory mood, his voice authoritative. “The Blackwood forces will coordinate with you p>
Without drawing any attention, the group slipped away from the ballroom and headed toward the private lounge on the second floor.