Chapter 67 - the creator's downfall
Elias spun around in his ergonomic leather chair, his face violently draining of all color. The arrogant, untouchable operative was absolutely paralyzed by sheer, suffocating terror. He stared at the heavily armed strike team and the towering Vance heiress standing perfectly calm in his subterranean fortress.
The illusion of his digital invincibility was completely shattered in a fraction of a second. "How did you find me?!" Elias shrieked, his voice cracking with pathetic, humiliating panic.
He reached frantically for his master console, intending to execute the final wipe command to destroy the Vance databases forever. "I wouldn't touch that," Chloe warned smoothly, her bright blue eyes entirely devoid of mercy.
"The moment you breached our honeypot, my virus completely hijacked your mainframe. Your servers are permanently bricked."
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Elias stared at his massive digital monitors. Every single screen flashed a brilliant, blinding red error message. His life's work, his highly illegal extortion network, and his absolute control had been irreversibly erased. He was permanently locked out of his own empire.
👉 read part 68 to see the absolute verdict.
