Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 733

Chapter 733: $4 Billion Becomes $800 Billion

I kept driving, billboards sliding past like a fever dream curated by my own success, and my brain started doing that thing it did when it got bored—calculating without asking permission. Numbers floated through my head while my hands handled traffic on autopilot, which was great, because apparently my subconscious had decided today was spreadsheet day and I was just along for the ride.

Quantum Tech.

Charlotte’s company. The one I’d funded through Liberation Holdings. The one that was currently making every other tech giant look like they were operating with stone tools, good intentions, and a PowerPoint from 2014.

The numbers assembled themselves whether I wanted them to or not.

Started at an $8.1 billion valuation. I’d put in $4 billion through Liberation Holdings—a collective fund designed to protect my women—which bumped the total valuation to $12.1 billion. Liberation Holdings owned 33% for that investment. Charlotte held 62%. Her mother, Margaret, owned the remaining 5% Charlotte had given back out of sentimentality and unresolved family dynamics.

That was three weeks ago.

Now?

I passed another billboard flashing the stock price—$847 per share—and my brain did the math instantly, without even slowing down, like it had been waiting for this moment its whole life.

Quantum Tech was currently valued at $2.4 trillion.

From $12.1 billion to $2.4 trillion.

In three fucking weeks.

Which meant Liberation Holdings’ 33% stake—the $4 billion investment—was now worth roughly $800 billion.

I had to pull over.

Just... stopped the car on the side of the road because my brain needed a second to not completely shit itself. Because apparently my nervous system treats large numbers like a contact sport and I was losing badly.

Eight hundred billion dollars.

From four billion.

In three weeks.

That was a 19,900% return on investment, which is the kind of number that makes economists cry quietly into their keyboards.

"Master," ARIA said, her voice filling the car, distinctly amused. "Your heart rate just spiked. Should I be concerned?"

"I just realized Liberation Holdings made almost eight hundred billion dollars," I said slowly, like speaking too fast might summon an aneurysm. "In less than a month."

"Technically those are unrealized gains until liquidation," ARIA replied. "But yes. Your four billion dollar investment is currently valued at seven hundred ninety-two billion. I assumed you were aware."

"I was aware in theory," I said. "My body is just now catching up. It’s protesting."

Liberation Holdings. The entity I’d created to make sure my women were financially untouchable, immune to the world’s usual bullshit.

The ownership structure had been deliberate. Charlotte owned 30%. Madison owned 30%. They’d each sold me 5% of their original 35% stakes to fund the initial setup, then we locked those numbers in permanently. The remaining 40% was split evenly among my other twenty-four women—about 1.67% each.

I didn’t own any of it directly. That was the point. Liberation Holdings existed for them, not me. My money came from elsewhere—trading, real estate, personal investments. Liberation Holdings was a firewall, not a vanity project.

And Liberation Holdings owned a lot of shit. Real estate. Portfolios. Equity in multiple ventures.

But the crown jewel—the asset that made everything else look like pocket lint—was Quantum Tech.

When I broke it down the way my brain needed, it was basically real estate math.

Liberation Holdings had bought 33% of Quantum Tech for $4 billion three weeks ago. Think of it like buying a house. A normal house, in a decent neighborhood. You pay $100,000. Good bones. Nothing flashy. Just solid.

Then something happens. A tech giant moves in nearby. A new transit line opens. A celebrity buys the place next door and suddenly your street is hot. Same house. Same walls. Same roof. You didn’t do shit.

Now that house is worth $20 million.

You haven’t sold it. The money isn’t in your bank account. It’s just what the market says someone would pay if you did sell. Paper value. Numbers that make Zillow look like witchcraft.

That was Liberation Holdings and Quantum Tech.

We bought 33% when it was "promising AI startup." Then AR.NuN launched, and the entire tech world realized Charlotte hadn’t built a product—she’d built a paradigm shift. Revolutionary tech. World-altering tech. Contributing one percent to human evolution tech.

Suddenly everyone wanted in. Investors. Hedge funds. Governments. People who’d pretended not to understand AI suddenly speaking fluent buzzword.

The valuation exploded.

And now those same shares we bought for $4 billion were worth $792 billion on paper. Same shares. Same company. Same ownership. Just a world that had finally caught up.

Combined, Charlotte was worth roughly $1.73 trillion.

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