Chapter 7 - The Digital Ledger
The chaotic, toxic energy completely paralyzed the beautiful Chicago restaurant.
Tessa didn't hesitate. She took the heavy, encrypted smartphone from the mafia boss's hand. She didn't look like a waitress anymore. She stood perfectly tall, completely unleashing the brilliant, highly educated intellect she had been forced to hide.
She rapidly swiped across the screen, pulling up the restaurant's massive, multi-million-dollar shadow ledgers.
"You didn't just embezzle from the restaurant, Beatrice," Tessa explained flawlessly, her voice echoing with the crushing weight of a true titan. "You've been secretly laundering the stolen money through an offshore shell company tied directly to a rival cartel on the East Coast."
Roman physically stopped breathing. The warm chandelier lighting suddenly felt incredibly freezing.
He looked at Beatrice, his dark eyes radiating pure, unadulterated, and absolute demonic fury. The manager hadn't just stolen money. She had actively committed high treason against the entire Chicago syndicate.
"She's lying!" Beatrice shrieked wildly, violently thrashing her arms as her entire high-society delusion completely shattered. "She altered the ledgers! Mr. Mercer, don't believe her!"
"The routing numbers are verified, Roman," Tessa stated clinically, handing the phone back to the mafia boss. "And I just forwarded the entire digital packet directly to the FBI fraud division."
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Beatrice let out a horrific, high-pitched scream of absolute defeat.
👉 Roman raised his hand, completely ready to deliver the final, devastating consequence.
