Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 218

Chapter 218: Clean Shadows

I nodded slowly, brain firing like a casino slot machine on coke. "Yeah, that tracks. With evidence like that hanging over Charlotte’s head, Margaret would cough up that 5% in half a heartbeat. Not worth watching her golden child get shredded like a TikTok star’s career after one racist livestream."

But these weren’t amateurs with too much time on LinkedIn. These were CIA-trained predators. Professional destroyers of human lives. People who probably listed "enhanced interrogation" as a hobby on their Bumble profiles.

"ARIA—show me Margaret’s movements. All of them. Anything that stinks."

And boom—the screens lit up like the Fourth of July had been outsourced to Silicon Valley. Footage poured in, cold, crisp, merciless.

And there it was. Clearer than a sex tape leak on TMZ. Margaret Thompson—Queen Widow of Quantum Tech—couldn’t sneeze without three shadows ghosting her every step. And not the sloppy, sweaty, mall-cop kind of tail. No—these guys moved with that predator walk, the kind that screamed "yeah, I’ve waterboarded a dude before brunch."

I grinned, teeth bared. "First mistake, boys. Big bosses can hide in the shadows, sure. But foot soldiers? Nah. They gotta go outside and actually do shit. And that’s where I eat them alive."

ARIA pulled their files faster than Reddit pulls receipts.

"Ellis Martins," she rattled, her holographic lips tightening. "Ex-CIA. Discharged for ’excessive interrogation techniques.’"

Translation: enjoyed torture too much even for the CIA. That’s like getting banned from a Vegas buffet for eating too much food.

"Samuel Sloane," ARIA continued, "he was an ex-Delta Force before he joined CIA, but he was let go too, now a private contractor. Suspected ties to assassination contracts." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Oh, lovely. A mercenary with a punch-card loyalty program. Kill nine CEOs, get the tenth free.

"Oliver Kane," ARIA’s tone dropped. "Former NSA surveillance specialist before joined CIA. He Disappeared from federal records in 2019."

"Perfect," I muttered, blood thrumming with anticipation. "A torturer, a hitman, and Big Brother’s creepy cousin. Hell of a boy band you’ve assembled, Helena."

Because let’s be real: you don’t deploy this dream team just to send Margaret a threatening voicemail.

ARIA confirmed it, her voice tight with digital dread. "No one burns assets this valuable for mere intimidation. These operatives are positioned for direct action."

And that’s when it hit me. Like a sledgehammer made of pure oh fuck.

"These bastards..." My fist slammed the desk. "They’re not after 5%. They’re not even trying to negotiate for Charlotte’s 75%. They want it all."

ARIA’s holographic eyes widened, fear pixelating across her perfect face. "After Margaret surrenders her shares under duress, they’ll escalate. Force Charlotte to surrender the company—or watch her mother disappear forever."

The elegance of it made me sick. Margaret protects her daughter, then becomes the weapon to obliterate that same daughter. Brutality dressed up in Armani.

"Master..." ARIA’s voice trembled, a rarity that made my gut twist. "They intend to complete this operation within one week."

My chest tightened. "A week? I’d budgeted three months for corporate warfare. Three months of careful plays, shadow deals, gradual leverage. They’re fast-tracking this like a Netflix series greenlit for cancellation."

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