All Chapters of The Useless Son-in-law Who Became A Crypto Genius : Chapter 101
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We're Staying Independent
Neo leaned back. "Because I don't see this as an investment. I see it as a mission. I'm not building Ames Digital to flip it in five years. I'm building it to last. To matter. To be something more than just another tech company that gets acquired and absorbed and forgotten.""That's idealistic—""It's also profitable. Look at the numbers. We're outperforming every competitor. Every projection. Every expectation. Why? Because we're not optimizing for quarterly earnings. We're optimizing for long-term value. For culture. For actually giving a damn about what we're building."Silence.Williams was nodding slowly. "I have to admit—the culture here is different. Better. I've been on a dozen boards. This is the first company where employees actually seem happy.""That's not an accident," Neo said. "That's intentional. Adam and I built this company to be different. To value people. To create something worth being part of. And you can't do that i
Neo's Counter
That afternoon. 2:34 PM.Neo's phone rang. Unknown number.He answered. "Yes?""Mr. Ames. It's Damian Von."Neo's jaw tightened. "Mr. Von. I wasn't expecting a direct call.""I'm sure you weren't. But after your board meeting this morning—which I heard about, by the way—I thought we should speak. CEO to investor.""There's nothing to discuss. The answer is no.""I understand that. But I wanted to—I wanted to offer you a courtesy. A warning, really.""A warning?""I've been doing some digging. Into Ames Digital's early funding. Your funding specifically. And I've found—irregularities."Neo's blood ran cold. "What kind of irregularities?""The timing. The amounts. The sources. It's all very—convenient. Almost too convenient. As if someone orchestrated it. Carefully. Deliberately. Perhaps to hide something.""I don't know what you're implying—""I'm not implying anything
Audit Statement
Neo picked up his phone. Scrolled through contacts.Found the one he needed.Axel Lu. His lawyer. The best corporate attorney money could buy.He dialed."Mr. Ames," Axel answered. Smooth. Professional. "I was expecting your call.""Damian Von threatened me. Funding irregularities. SEC investigation. Media exposure. The whole playbook.""And you need me to shut it down.""Publicly. Definitively. I want a statement. An audit. Everything. Make it so airtight that even the thought of investigating becomes embarrassing for him.""Consider it done. I'll have the audit prepared by tomorrow morning. Every transaction. Every dollar. Every source. All of it traceable. Legal. Clean.""How fast can you release it?""Forty-eight hours. I'll coordinate with our accounting firm. Get everything certified. Then we publish. Make it public. Dare Damian to find a single irregularity."Neo felt something
An Apology On The Side
That afternoon, Neo got an unexpected call.Peterson. The board member who'd been skeptical during the emergency meeting."Mr. Ames, it's Peterson. From the board.""Mr. Peterson. What can I do for you?""I wanted to apologize. For questioning you. For doubting. The audit—it's impressive. Thorough. I've never seen funding sources documented that well.""Thank you. I believe in transparency. At least when it comes to financial compliance.""I also wanted to say—you were right. About Damian. About Von Global. About staying independent. We made the right call.""I appreciate that.""And I wanted to ask—that comment I made. About you looking familiar. I've been thinking about it. And I realized—you remind me of someone I used to know. Briefly. Years ago. Software engineer. Worked remotely for a tech company for a few months. Brilliant kid. Quiet. Then he—he died. Car accident, I think."Neo's blood ran cold
Her Ghostly Discovery
That evening, Neo got a call from one of his informants. The one monitoring Alina."Boss, update.""What?""Subject AC hired a private investigator. Same guy—Richard Morris. He's been digging for months. And he just delivered a report.""What kind of report?""Timeline analysis. Comparing Noam Ash's death to Neo Ames's emergence. He found—he found the timing."Neo's stomach dropped. "What timing?""Neo Ames identity emerged exactly one month after Noam Ash's death. Bank accounts opened. Business registration filed. Everything. All starting exactly one month after Noam died.""That's—that's not proof of anything—""No. But Morris noted it. Called it an impossible coincidence. Said there's no prior records for Neo Ames before that date. No childhood. No college. No employment history. Just—nothing. Then suddenly, one month after Noam's death, Neo Ames appears fully formed with massive capital.""
She Knows But Can't Prove It
"Alina. She called. Said she knows I'm Noam. Can't prove it. But knows.""What did you say?""I denied it. Deflected. But I think—I think she knows anyway. She's smart. She's figured it out. She just can't prove it.""What does that mean for us? For the plan?""Nothing. She can suspect all she wants. Without proof, she's powerless. And by the time she finds proof—if she ever does—it'll be too late. Damian will be finished. She'll be finished. And I'll be married to you. Living our life. Moving forward.""You sound certain.""I am. Alina knows the truth. But the truth doesn't matter. Only proof matters. And she doesn't have it."Lyra sat beside him. "Does it bother you? That she knows? That she's figured it out?"Neo thought about it.'Does it bother me? That Alina Carver—the daughter of the people who tried to kill me—knows I'm alive? Knows I'm destroying her family? Knows I'm Noam Ash?'"No,"
The Hitmen Final Visit
Neo read it twice.'Anonymous. Not Noam Ash. Not Neo Ames. Just—anonymous. Let the evidence speak for itself.'He saved everything to an encrypted USB drive. Three copies.One for the NYPD. One for the DA's office. One for the FBI.Just in case.'After the wedding. Lyra delivers these. Anonymously. And then—then the Carvers go to prison. All of them. For what they did.''That's justice. Real. Legal. Final.'He locked the drives in his safe. Sat back.'It's done. The evidence is compiled. Ready. Waiting. Just need to get through the wedding first. Then—then I can let go. Move forward. Be done with all this.''Almost there. So close.'–––––––––––Monday afternoon. Neo made a decision.One last visit.To the hitmen. The ones who'd tried to kill him. The ones who were now paralyzed. Trapped. Suffering.'I need to see them. One final time. Not for revenge. Not for gloating. Just—closure. To know it's really over.'He drove upstate. St. Mary's Long-Term Care Facility.The place was quiet. I
Mark's Final Update
Tuesday morning. Neo got a call from his prison informant. The one monitoring Mark."Boss, update on Subject MC.""What about him?""He's—he's deteriorating. Mentally. The doctors say he's catatonic. Barely functional. Doesn't respond to questions. Doesn't eat unless forced. Just—sits there. Staring."Neo was quiet.'Mark. The one who hired the hitmen. Who orchestrated the attempt on my life. Who probably pulled the trigger on the whole thing.''And now he's—broken. Completely broken. Mind shattered by whatever he went through. By guilt maybe. Or fear. Or just—isolation.'"Boss? You still there?""Yeah. I'm here.""You want me to keep monitoring? Keep sending updates?"Neo thought about it.'Do I need updates? Do I need to know if Mark gets worse? If he recovers? If he—whatever?''No. I don't. Mark's done. Destroyed. Whether he's catatonic or functional or dead doesn't matter. He's already paid. Already suffered. I don't need to keep watching.'"No," Neo said. "Stop reporting. I don't
The Guest List Surprise
One week before the wedding. February 21st. 11:47 PM.Neo couldn't breathe.He was in bed. Lyra asleep beside him. But his chest was tight. Heart hammering. Hands shaking.'What if someone recognizes me? What if—what if someone at the wedding sees Noam Ash instead of Neo Ames? What if it all falls apart? What if—'He sat up. Gasping.Lyra stirred. "Neo? You okay?""I can't—I can't breathe—"She was awake immediately. Sitting up. Hand on his back."Hey. Hey. Look at me. Breathe with me. In. Out. In. Out."Neo tried. Failed. His vision was blurring."I'm—what if someone recognizes me? What if they figure it out? What if the wedding—what if it's all taken away—""Neo. Stop. Look at me."He turned. Met her eyes."You're not Noam anymore," Lyra said firmly. "You're Neo. You built a new life. A new identity. A whole fucking empire. No one can take that from you. No one.""But what if—""What if nothing. You've been Neo Ames for two years. You've met board members. Employees. Investors. And
I Won With Family By My Side
December arrived. Cold. Snow falling. Holiday season.Two and a half years since Neo and Lyra's wedding.Five years since Ames Digital went public.Four and a half years since—Since Noam Ash drowned. And Neo Ames was born.Life had become—Normal. Beautifully normal.Friday evening. Family dinner. At home.Adam and Roxanne coming over. Married six months now. Happy. Stable. Thriving.Lyra in kitchen. Cooking. Something elaborate. Smelled incredible.Neo setting table. Plates. Silverware. Napkins.Elena "helping." Rearranging everything. Into chaos."Elena, baby, those go—never mind. You're doing great."She grinned. "Helping!""Yes. Very helpful."Doorbell rang."I'll get it!" Neo called.Opened door. Adam and Roxanne. Arms full. Wine. Dessert. Gifts."Hey! Come in. It's freezing.""Tell me about it," Roxanne said. Shivering. "Winter came early this year."They entered. Shed coats. Joined chaos.Elena ran to Adam. "Uncle Adam!"He scooped her up. "Hey princess! You helping Daddy?""Y