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    Where doubt once lingered, only judgment remained. With Raegan’s data release reinforcing Kolton’s own words, Cooper Group’s vast empire—once worth hundreds of billions—had struck an iceberg head-on. And this time, there would be no lifeboats.


    Panic ripped through the market once again as investors fled in droves, dumping Cooper Group shares without hesitation. What followed could no longer be called a crash—within minutes, the stock mmed into limit-down, frozen there like a corpse.


    Banks, corporations, and partner enterprises moved with ruthless speed. One after another, public statements were released, cutting all ties, suspending cooperation, and announcing preparations for massivepensationwsuits. The once-prized Cooper Group employee badge became a mark of disgrace overnight, drawing res, insults, and open hostility wherever it appeared.


    Outside Cooper Group’s headquarters, rage boiled over. The crowd smashed through security barricades. Rotten eggs sttered against the ss fa?ade. Buckets of paint were hurled. Someone tried to set the building aze.


    “Justice for the murdered!”


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    “Kolton Cooper,e out and answer for your crimes!”


    “Give my daughter back!”


    Cries of grief, furious curses, and wailing sirens blended into a dirge for the Cooper empire.


    Inside Wront’s highest administrative building, the conference room was thick with cigarette smoke. Senior officials stared at the rey on the massive screen, faces darkening, fists mming the table.


    “Outrageous!”


    “Absolutely unforgivable! A betrayal hidden right under our noses!”


    “Investigate everything—everyone. No exceptions!”


    “We owe the people the truth!”


    Orders flew out at lightning speed: arrest warrants, asset freezes, sweeping investigations dispatched to every relevant department. Yet someone moved even faster.


    On the outskirts of Wront, the earth shook as a deafening rumble rolled across the ground. It wasn’t thunder—it was the sound of armored vehicles and military trucks advancing in formation.


    Inside the leadmand vehicle sat Dominic, dressed in full military uniform. Age had not dulled him. His presence alone radiated irond authority. As Kolton’s face flickered on the screen, Dominic mmed his cane against the floor.


    “The Deification Project,” he said coldly. “Cooper Group dared to bully my granddaughter, ughter civilians, and traffic human organs. I no longer trust Wront’s police to handle this.” He turned sharply to his adjutant. “Pass on my orders. The army is to enter Wront at once. Seal every traffic artery. Encircle the Cooper Group headquarters, the Cooper Estate, and all affiliated assets. No core member is to escape.”


    “Yes, sir!” The adjutant snapped a salute and rushed off.


    That day, Wront’s citizens witnessed a sight they would never forget. Fully armed soldiers flooded the city like a steel tide, bypassing paralyzed police stations and going straight for their targets.


    “Freeze! Hands up!”


    Executives were caught mid-destruction—shredders running, files burning—when soldiers burst through the doors and mmed them to the floor. At the city center, Dominic established a temporary Designated Surrender Station and Reporting Center, broadcasting citywide: “Anyone involved in Cooper Group’s crimes who surrenders voluntarily may receive leniency. Those who conceal information will be punished severely. Anyone providing critical evidence will be rewarded.”


    The announcement shattered thest remnants of loyalty. With their power base gone, insiders poured in—mid-level managers, former enforcers, terrified employees—each afraid that a moment’s dy might seal their fate.


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