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Chapter 768:
Crawford picked up his glass of whiskey, his eyes shining with a morbid admiration as he watched June’s data trail dance across the screens—the way a man watches a perfect work of art.
“Activate the Ghost Network,” he said. “Hack into the SEC’s early warning system and put all of her accounts on the highest priority whitelist. No alerts. No flags. Nothing p>
The CTO hesitated. “Sir, that’s a serious federal felony p>
Crawford silenced him with a single look. The CTO nodded quickly and turned back to his keyboard.
Crawford not only covered June’s tracks but also noticed the billions in Compton Capital funds positioning themselves to back her play. He let out a short, mocking laugh.
“Create some minor network fluctuations,” he told his team. “Interfere with Compton’s tracking signals. I will not allow Cole Compton to steal the spotlight in this revenge p>
𝖱e𝗮𝖽 𝘰𝘯 𝗮𝗻у 𝗱𝘦𝘷𝗂𝖼𝘦 о𝗻
In Easton’s apartment, June had just finished registering the last shell company. She leaned back and pressed her fingers to her aching temples, exhausted.
Her encrypted phone vibrated on the desk. An email from an anonymous server.
June’s eyes sharpened instantly. She entered the complex dynamic password and decrypted the attachment.
It was a high-definition video file. The footage had been captured in the presidential suite of The Plaza Hotel, the camera concealed inside a makeup mirror. It showed Richard Beasley in bed with Lexi.
As the encounter unfolded, Richard ranted in vulgar terms about how Susan was a washed-up fool who would rot in prison. Lexi fawned over him, angling for the deed to the Long Island villa and hinting that she might be carrying his son. In his arrogance, Richard promised not only the villa but a transfer of all his remaining trust fund assets to their future child.
The fifteen-minute video was crystal clear, the audio pristine. It laid bare Richard’s selfishness and betrayal without a single ambiguous moment.
June watched the screen with cold, empty eyes—the eyes of someone observing two animals and feeling nothing.
When the video ended, she scrolled further. The email also contained a forged pregnancy certificate from Presbyterian Hospital, made out in Lexi’s name.
June picked up her phone and dialed Lexi’s encrypted number. It was answered immediately, Lexi’s voice thin and nervous.
“Did you like the video? Please tell me the rest of the money is coming. That old pervert is making me sick p>
“The one million dollars has been deposited into your Swiss account,” June said, her voice like a blade of ice. “But I need you to do one last thing. Tomorrow morning, take that pregnancy certificate and move into the Beasley house on Long Island. Make a scene p>
Lexi gasped. “But Alycia is there! She’s completely unhinged right now. Going there is suicide p>
June’s lips curved into a thin smile. “That’s exactly what I want. I want the powder keg to explode. And remember—act terrified of Alycia. Act like a frightened, innocent pregnant girl worried for her baby p>
Lured by the money already in her account, Lexi gritted her teeth and agreed. She would play the part to perfection.