Chapter 189:


    A sleek ck sedan pulled up beside her. The window rolled down.


    And looked out. His face was a mask of controlled fury.


    “Get in,” he said.


    Isolde opened the door and sank into the backseat. It was dry. It was safe. And handed her a towel without a word. He didn’t ask what had happened. He had seen the Bentley speed off.


    “Where to?” And asked.


    Isolde wiped the rain from her eyes. The mascara ran down her cheeks, but her gaze was clear. Hard.


    “Home,” she said. “But first — And, I need you to pull the financial records for Lancaster Holdings.”


    “Why?”


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    “Because he just chose a server crash over a dying wish,” Isolde said. “I want to know exactly how much that server cost him.”


    The interior of And’s car was a quiet havenpared to the chaos outside. Isolde dabbed her face with the towel, her hands trembling slightly — not from cold, but from rage.


    And handed her a tablet. “I anticipated this. I’ve been tracking his liquidity since the retreat.”


    Isolde took the device. Her eyes moved across the spreadsheets — columns of numbers, transfers, assets.


    Her finger stopped on a single line item.


    “Two hundred million?” she whispered. “He put two hundred million dors into InnoTech?”


    “Direct injection,” And confirmed, ncing at her in the rearview mirror. “And look at the date. Yesterday.”


    Isolde scrolled down. “This isn’t just an investment. This is a bailout. InnoTech is bleeding cash. Why would he do this?”


    “Because Belle wants a seat at the table,” And said. “Professor Nelson’s new consortium requires a massive capital buy-in for partners. Grayson is buying her a ticket.”


    Augh bubbled up in Isolde’s throat — dark and dangerous. “He’s buying her a career. With family money.”


    She swiped to the next tab. Her breath hitched.


    “He’s leveraging his position at the bank.” The realizationnded harder than the rain had. “He’s triggered a risk assessment on Carson Dynamics.”


    “He’s not just triggering it,” And corrected. “He’s actively feeding the auditors biased data. He’s squeezing your supply chain, gging your ounts. He wants to freeze your credit lines so Ellyn has toe crawling to him for money.”


    Isolde stared at the screen. The man she had married wasn’t merely indifferent. He was actively working to destroy her lineage while propping up his mistress.


    “That call,” Isolde said, her mind turning rapidly. “Belle said the drive unit was smoking. The server crashed.”


    “I saw the specs they released,” And said. “They’re using a cooling architecture we discarded five years ago. It can’t handle the load. It will overheat every single time.”


    Isolde looked out the window. The rain blurred the city lights into long, trembling streaks.


    “He’s pouring millions into a sinking ship,” she murmured. “He thinks he’s saving her. But he’s only feeding a fire.”


    “We can expose it,” And said. “I can release theparison data — show that InnoTech is running obsolete technology. It would kill their stock price by morning.”


    Isolde shook her head slowly. “No.”


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