2026-09-20 10:10:54Chapter 20: Whispers in the Shareholder Meeting
The grand auditorium of the Bautista Group headquarters smelled of cheap sweat, stale coffee, and collective panic. Gone were the crystal chandeliers and the hushed, reverent whispers of untouchable wealth. Today, the room was a boiling pot of furious minority shareholders, blinking camera flashes, and low, venomous murmurs that bounced off the mahogany walls like trapped hornets.Daffa Wicaksana stood at the back of the auditorium,
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Chapter 72: A Sinking Valuation
Chapter 72: A Sinking ValuationThe freezing spray of the East China Sea tasted like battery acid and old iron. Daffa gripped the fiberglass rim of the swamped rescue tender, his good arm burning with lactic acid, while the horizon tilted sickeningly under them. The Hoshin-Maru wasn't just sinking; it was dying, its massive iron stern jutting into the black, rain-whipped sky like a tombstone."It’s going under!" Clarisse yelled over the howling wind, her eyes locked on the freighter.She wasn't mourning the ship. She was watching the final descent of the cargo stacks. The moment that vessel hit the deep, every internal manifest, every scrap of untraceable digital ledger Vance had moved to that ship would be dragged into a mile-deep oceanic abyss. The evidence was being laundered by the planet itself.Daffa hauled himself fully into the boat, shivering uncontrollably. The rain wasn't a shower; it was a rhythmic bombardment. "Vance isn't waiting to see it hit bottom. Look."Above them,
Chapter 71: Storm in the East China Sea
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Chapter 70: Tokyo Bound
Chapter 70: Tokyo BoundThe Hoshin-Maru was a rust-bucket that smelled perpetually of diesel, salt-dried fish, and secrets. It heaved through the East China Sea like a tired leviathan, cutting through the swells at a speed that could charitably be called "leisurely."For Daffa, the rhythm of the waves was a constant source of nauseating tension. Every creak of the hull against the swells felt like the Syndicate catching up, closing the gap between their survival and his execution.He stood on the stern deck, clutching the freezing iron railing. The saltwater sting was supposed to be refreshing, but it only served to irritate the ragged stitching of his shoulder. Beside him, Clarisse appeared as a silhouette against the rising gloom of the twilight sky. She looked like a ghost in an oversized, oil-stained peacoat she’d pilfered from the ship’s gear locker."You look like hell," she said, her voice devoid of its usual clinical bite. She held two tin cups of something that looked like sl
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Chapter 68: The Empty Vault
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