?Chapter 1486:
More damning evidence poured online with each passing hour. Public fury reached a boiling point, the collective outrage bing an unstoppable tide sweeping across the digitalndscape.
“Scammers! Cooper Group, get out of Wront — you have no moral bottom line!”
“Exploiting children’s hunger for profit. Kolton Cooper, you are a monster.”
“We call for a total boycott of Cooper Group! The authorities mustunch a full investigation immediately!”
Under the joint cyber onught of Pris and ST, Cooper Group’s once-vaunted internal database copsed like wet cardboard. The firewall barely resisted before shatteringpletely.
In an instant, a trove of damning evidence flooded the inte — dual contracts, tax evasion trails, bribery records, allid bare for the public to see. What truly ignited outrage, however, was a leakedyoff list and a covert cklist directive with Maia’s name stamped clearly at the top.
That was the breaking point. Employees who had lost their livelihoods, families forced from their homes by Cooper Group’s ruthless decisions, finally erupted. They poured into the streets with banners raised, converging on the headquarters in a wave of fury.
“We want our jobs back!”
“We are not disposable tools!”
The capital markets reacted with merciless speed. As if forewarned, major financial institutions began dumping Cooper Group stock in unison. Within twenty minutes of market open, the share price nosedived — over twenty percent wiped out in free fall. Trading was halted. Billions in market value evaporated in minutes.
The massivemercial empire of Cooper Group was beginning to crack and crumble.
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In the southern suburbs of Wront, inside the secret vi once owned by Kyle, the true pulse of the city was being controlled from a ce of deceptive tranquility.
Beyond the window, lush, untamed woods stretched into the distance. Inside, Chris sat in his wheelchair, still wearing his mask, his gaze cold and impassive as he watched the data stream on his tablet and the fury erupting online.
“Continue,” he said, his voice calm yet imbued with chilling finality. “Press the advantage and dismantle Cooper Grouppletely. I want Kolton’s reputation utterly destroyed. That corporation should have been erased long ago.”
His subordinate bowed in immediate acknowledgment. “Understood, sir. This day has been years in the making.”
At that moment, Raegan approached quickly, her expression tense. She held an encrypted schematic and bowed before Chris to deliver her report. “Sir, pardon the interruption. Cooper Group is now inplete internal disarray, and their security systems are riddled with vulnerabilities. Our infiltrators have secured the exact coordinates of their undergroundboratories. Furthermore, we have intercepted signals indicating a major data transfer — they are likely preparing to activate a system-wide self-destruct protocol. This is our perfect window to storm thosebs and secure the evidence.”
Raegan kept her head respectfully lowered, avoiding direct eye contact with Chris. Even with clemency granted, a deep-seated fear still lingered in her heart.
Chris’s eyes narrowed sharply. “A self-destruct protocol? They’re trying to bury the evidence?”
He mmed his hand down on the armrest of his wheelchair. “That is wishful thinking. Handling this is your responsibility — consider it your opportunity for redemption. I want Cooper Group to never recover. I want every one of their inhuman crimes, every horrific truth, fully exposed to the light of day. This is judgment day for all of Cooper Group’s evils.”
His deration was stern, each word carrying the weight of thunderous resolve.
“Yes, sir.” Raegan bowed deeply once more, then walked away with decisive purpose, her silhouette resolute. She knew this was her final chance to prove her loyalty.
A short while after she departed, a side door swung open. Grayson hurried over to Chris, bent down, and spoke in a hushed, urgent tone directly into his ear.
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