My Milf Conqueror System novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31: Lawyering up!

Nia’s dorm room was a technological fortress. Monitors were stacked three high, cables snaked across the floor like vines, and the air hummed with the sound of cooling fans.

"Okay," Nia said, cracking her knuckles. "I’m in. Varga’s cloud backup was encrypted with AES-256, but his password was ’Thorne123’. Amateur."

She hit a key, and a cascade of files opened on the main screen.

Photos. Bank statements. Emails.

"Holy sh*t," Ethan whispered, leaning in. "Is that... is that the Dean of Admissions?"

"Focus," I said, scanning the files. "We’re looking for the forgery. The bank transfer."

"Found it," Nia said. "Folder labeled ’Project: Hart’. Created three days ago. Metadata shows it was edited in Photoshop. The original template was a transfer from a shell company called ’Vanguard Holdings’."

"Thorne’s company," Darius rumbled. "He forged a transfer from his own shell company to make it look like Sofia’s."

"Exactly," I said. "If we release this metadata, it proves Thorne fabricated evidence. It’s fraud. It’s defamation. It’s prison time."

"But wait," Claire said, pointing at another folder. "What’s ’Project: Sterling’?"

Nia clicked it.

A series of emails opened up. Between Varga and Marcus Thorne.

Subject: The Granddaughter

Body: Target acquired. Isabella Sterling. Freshman orientation schedule attached. Suggest approach via ’accidental’ meeting at the equestrian club.

My blood ran cold.

"He’s stalking her," I said. "Thorne is trying to get to Arthur Sterling through his granddaughter."

"To kill the grant," Claire realized. "If he can compromise Isabella, or create a scandal involving her, Sterling pulls the funding. And Elena looks incompetent."

"He’s not just attacking me," I said, my voice hard. "He’s attacking everyone. He’s burning the whole campus down just to hurt Sofia."

I looked at my team. They looked horrified. But they also looked ready.

"Nia," I said. "Copy everything. The forgery. The emails about Isabella. The surveillance photos of the Dean."

"Done."

"Darius," I turned to the big man. "Do you know where Varga is staying?"

"The Marriott downtown. Room 412. I saw the key card in his pocket when he threatened you."

"Good. We’re paying him a visit."

"We?" Ethan squeaked. "Like... now?"

"No," I said. "Not us. Me. And a friend."

I pulled out my phone and dialed a number I had only used once.

"Sofia," I said when she answered. "I need a lawyer. The scary kind."

An hour later, I was sitting in the lobby of the Marriott.

I wasn’t alone. Sitting across from me was a woman in a sharp gray suit. She had a briefcase on her lap and a look that could curdle milk.

"Ms. Aldridge sent me," she said. "My name is Harper. I handle... sensitive litigation."

"He’s in Room 412," I said, handing her a flash drive. "This drive contains proof of forgery, cyberstalking, and conspiracy to commit fraud. It also contains his entire client list, which includes three state senators and a judge."

Harper took the drive. She didn’t smile. She just nodded.

"And what is the desired outcome, Mr. Hart?"

"I want him gone," I said. "I want him to leave town tonight. I want him to destroy every file he has on me, on Sofia, and on the university. And I want him to deliver a message to Marcus Thorne."

"And the message?"

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