Chapter 1290:
“This is the complete record,” Brad said evenly, as though presenting routine financial data. “For the past five years, Havenridge Group has been channeling funds for an overseas arms dealer through offshore accounts. The total exceeds three billion—eight hundred million of which was transferred directly into Luther’s personal account.”
A sharp wave of gasps cut through the conference hall.
The color drained from Luther’s face.
“Brad! Have you lost your mind? Do you have any idea what you’re saying?”
Brad ignored him entirely and continued scrolling through the displayed files.
“These records document his personal transactions with foreign officials—bribes, asset transfers, and detailed accounts of how he facilitated the laundering of stolen funds. These hidden accounts were used to influence board members. In fact, seven people seated in this room receive annual payments from what is labeled a special fund—sourced directly from the illegal proceeds of Havenridge Group’s clients.”
The implicated shareholders stiffened, their expressions shifting dramatically.
Brad’s gaze moved slowly from one face to the next.
“You are free to continue backing Luther and accepting his payments,” he said calmly. “But there is something you should keep in mind.” He paused, a faint smile returning to his face.
“The original documentation for every one of these hidden accounts is now in my possession. Should I choose to hand them over to Interpol—or submit them directly to your respective government regulators…”
He let the sentence hang unfinished. The implication was perfectly clear to everyone in the room.
𝖲𝗁𝖺rе 𝗒𝗼𝘶𝘳 𝘁𝗁𝘰𝘂g𝗵𝘵s 𝗈𝘯 𝗴a𝗅𝗻𝗼𝘃𝘦𝗅ѕ.𝘤𝗼𝘮
A suffocating silence descended over the hall.
Luther sprang to his feet, slamming his palm hard against the table.
“Brad Morgan! Do you honestly think you’ve already won? I still hold complete control over Havenridge Group’s shares. Even if you reveal everything here today, the board does not have the power to remove me,” Luther shouted.
Brad looked at him in silence, his eyes unsettlingly calm—like a still ocean with not a single ripple disturbing its surface. When a faint smile finally formed on his lips, it carried a chill sharp enough to sink deep into Luther’s bones.
“Luther,” Brad said softly, his voice low and steady, “are you really certain you still hold absolute control?”
Luther’s pupils contracted instantly.
Brad raised his hand slowly and gestured toward a middle-aged man who had been sitting in silence in the corner of the room. The man rose from his seat and made his way calmly to the head of the conference table. He was Havenridge Group’s legal director—a man who had stood firmly at Luther’s side for more than twenty years.
“Mr. Marquez,” the legal director began, his voice trembling slightly though he forced each word out with deliberate clarity, “under the company bylaws, if the chairman is implicated in serious criminal activity, the board holds the authority to call a special session. With a two-thirds vote, you can be removed, and your shares will be frozen immediately.”
Luther’s eyes flew open. “You too? After everything I’ve done for you—after all these years—you choose to stab me in the back?”
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