Chapter 1128:
Moreover, the conservatives had uncovered new evidence.
The fishing boat Brad was said to have “accidentally” sunk was actually sabotaged from within. Investigators scrutinized the sole survivor, extending the probe to his contacts and family. They traced the money to a distant cousin who had quietly opened an offshore bank account three months earlier—an account that received ten million dollars shortly after the incident.
After unraveling financial layers, they confirmed the funds came from Ares Global. Even with compelling evidence, the fisherman refused to name Carter, only admitting foreign agents were involved. The case against Carter remained frustratingly incomplete.
The remaining conservative officials exchanged grim looks. “So we’re stuck?” one asked.
The President answered evenly, “Brad’s survival isn’t public. As far as the evidence shows, there’s no confirmation he lived.”
Then Sean, silent until now, looked toward Brad’s frail form on the hospital bed and spoke suddenly. “I don’t think Cillian’s behavior is normal.”
ѕ𝘁𝘰𝗿𝗂es 𝘆ou 𝘄𝗈ո’t 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝖽о𝘄ո oո 𝗴a𝘭𝗇𝗼𝘷𝗲𝘭𝗌.со𝗺
Brad’s eyes flickered before settling on Sean. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Grandpa.”
Sean explained calmly, “After you disappeared, your father partnered with Frank to claim control of the assets you managed. I pressed him on how he intended to run the state-affiliated businesses and demanded a full proposal.” He uploaded the files to the conference feed. “Review them yourselves.”
Brad opened the document while Rylie leaned in, reading alongside him in silence.
Cillian clearly knew the Morgan family’s history was tied to the military and national loyalty. His proposal repeatedly emphasized public service and strict policy adherence, carefully avoiding any hint of greed.
To a casual reader, it looked responsible, clean, and perfectly reasonable.
But when Brad reached one specific section, his face hardened. A cold, mocking smile appeared as he read the clause aloud: it demanded unrestricted, real-time access to waterway conditions, weather systems, and vessel tracking across coastal channels.
His tone turned cold and dangerous. “Who did he think would approve this—Ares Global?” he said sharply. “Our civilian ports operate fine with standard tide and weather reports. High-resolution hydrological data, especially anything linked to military seabed mapping, is top-level classified. That kind of information is never shared with commercial entities, let alone streamed live.”
The conservative officials, unfamiliar with maritime systems, hadn’t caught the problem at first. Now the implications sank in, and the room grew tense.
Sean gave a dry, humorless chuckle. “Do they really think I’ve been out of touch so long I can’t see through this? Approve that clause, and you hand foreign agents a perfect opening. Unregistered ships could locate surveillance gaps easily. National security would already be compromised.”
He continued steadily, “Rylie has briefed me as well. Frank has been dependent on drugs for years. Toxicology reports came to my office through secure channels from Aetheris Pharmacy. His usage happened overseas—not standard narcotics, but substances tied to the Indoria Federation. Coincidentally, that’s also where Ares Global runs its weapons plants and headquarters.”
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