A Superpowered Warrior in a Fake Heiress’s Body novel Chapter 387

Chapter 387 Shadows of the Cartel

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He considered calling later, but Andre was already prepping his flight to Valoria.

So he held off on an encrypted debrief, opting to deliver the news in person upon landing.

Hearing his words, Andre knitted his brows in mild annoyance.

Glancing at Preston, he demanded, “Raymond Sinclair recovered?

“How is that possible?”

Sneering with arrogant disbelief, he scoffed, “I know the precise pharmacological yield of my formulation.

“Even if palliative care granted him temporary relief, a relapse is mathematically inevitable.

“Please…”

Andre drawled in an icy tone, “You think ceasing exposure magically cures systemic damage?

“Those neurotoxic alkaloids have long colonized his myocardial tissue–they don’t metabolize with time, they compound.

“The cellular burden only escalates.

“And if he’s desperate to reboot his battery trials, that suits our schedule perfectly…”

With a cold chuckle, Andre muttered, “The brutal cognitive strain and escalating anxiety will break his vascular walls.

“You think synthesizing an alloy to cage high–voltage arc discharge is a walk in the park?

“If it were that trivial, why do you think we didn’t deploy direct kinetic extraction?

“Even on Valorian soil, what does a minor outfit like Sinclair Enterprises amount to?

“We command dozens of operational vectors to stage fatal accidents and seize their IP.

“So why didn’t we pull the trigger?

“The Miller family’s influence spans the northern hemisphere–we wouldn’t have even needed to get our hands dirty to take their patents.

“Engage whatever brain cells you have left and think about why we held back.”

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Chapter 387 Shadows of the Cartel

Andre kept walking down the terminal corridor with an air of frigid arrogance.

A dense perimeter of executive assistants and security operatives flanked him.

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The tactical guards looked like blocky, stone–faced cinema heavies–imposing, silent, and radiating lethal professionalism.

Gliding beside Andre like silent zealots, their sheer physical presence projected suffocating

pressure.

Falling into step beside the formation, Preston felt an instinctive chill run down his spine.

As Ascent Dynamics‘ flagship icon and premier rainmaker, Andre’s security clearance was maxed out.

Every bodyguard in this detail was an elite contractor vetted by the Miller cartel itself.

And the Miller dynasty stood as the primary foreign conglomerate backing Ascent Dynamics.

Preston’s eyes widened slightly as the logic clicked into place.

He had never analyzed the deadlock from that angle before.

He had often wondered why corporate headquarters moved with such tedious restraint against a vulnerable target like the Sinclairs.

They clearly held myriad backchannels to seize the blueprints overnight.

“Catching on yet?”

Andre’s expression remained frosty.

Casting a condescending look over Preston, he said, “That metallurgical matrix is practically unobtainable–rather than triggering federal alarms with wetwork, it’s far better to let them crack the problem and hand it over.

“Besides, even if our facilities seized the blueprints, synthesizing that specific casing would take

years.

“So we let them grind away their own resources.

“Otherwise, you think the Sinclairs would’ve survived this long?

“A family of nobodies?”

Andre scoffed with utter disdain.

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