Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215: The Hunt

"Bingo!" The thought exploded through my mind like a fucking lightning bolt.

"ARIA, it’s time."

"Yes Master!" ARIA’s voice practically vibrated with digital bloodlust, her voice humming with the kind of excitement that made her shimmer with anticipation. "Now that we have the link, it’s time to start uprooting these vultures!"

For fucking days we’d been waiting for this moment. Both me and my impossibly sarcastic AI companion had been practically vibrating with anticipation, and now we finally had our shot.

You see, I’d been craving to finish this mission that promised me a super mystery box—the kind of reward that made my mouth water just thinking about it. And ARIA? She was just as hungry for that digital prize as I was, maybe more. But all we’d managed so far was saving Charlotte Thompson from what would’ve been inevitable suicide, and even then, the system barely fucking recognized it as an achievement.

Hell, even I barely recognized that save because the Charlotte I’d met and the broken heiress I’d expected to find contemplating ending it all were completely different people. Since I’d shown up in her life like some kind of supernatural savior, she’d developed this invincible glow—like someone had handed her hope wrapped in titanium armor.

For a hot minute, she’d even thought all her problems had magically disappeared.

But I’d had to burst that beautiful bubble and remind her that she still had three corporate vultures disguised as "family friends" circling her company, ready to devour everything her father had bled to build.

The problem was, we couldn’t find a goddamn link. A fresh, traceable connection between their pawns and the systematic destruction happening inside Quantum Tech.

We were dealing with motherfuckers who’d spent half their lives perfecting the art of corporate murder. You didn’t expect professionals like that to leave amateur-hour digital breadcrumbs lying around, did you?

Apart from knowing who the three main vultures were—Vincent Castellano, Dmitri Volkov, and Antonio Rivera—catching them red-handed was proving to be nearly impossible.

The only visible leaks were between their pawns inside Quantum Tech and their handlers outside the company. Pawns like Jessica, Charlotte’s backstabbing secretary who’d been playing best friend while selling her out. And David, the Chief of Technology who roasted Charlotte the hardest during board meetings while she fumbled through presentations like a deer in headlights.

But here’s where it got really fucking complicated: these handlers had their own handlers, who reported to even more handlers, creating this invisible chain of command that eventually reached the big bosses. Those guys were so deep in the shadows that I couldn’t trace them without fresh digital connections.

Meticulous motherfuckers, every single one of them.

So I’d designed custom trace software specifically for Quantum Tech—my digital bloodhound. The moment even a fraction of a share got bought through suspicious channels, it would ping both Charlotte and me with alerts. But she’d been obsessing over it way more than I had, checking those notifications like her life depended on it.

Which, honestly, it fucking did.

She’d actually alerted me about today’s suspicious activity before ARIA had even finished processing the data stream.

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