My Milf Conqueror System novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95: The Final Key And The Two Billion Dollar Ghost

Croft lay on the floor, his eyes darting wildly, tracking my movements. He was fully conscious, fully aware of his surroundings, but his body refused to obey his commands. The [Phantom’s Touch] nerve strikes had effectively severed the connection between his brain and his motor functions. He was a prisoner in his own flesh.

I walked over to the corner of the room and picked up the suppressed pistol, checking the slide before slipping it into my waistband.

"Nia," I said, tapping my earpiece. "Target is neutralized. I’m securing the key."

"Copy that, Jake," Nia’s voice came back, thick with relief. "The camera loop is down. You’re live on the building’s internal feeds, but I’ve scrambled your facial recognition. Just get the key and get out before his security detail checks in."

I walked back over to Croft and knelt beside him. I pulled the biometric retinal scanner from my tactical jacket.

Croft’s eyes widened in absolute, unadulterated terror as he saw the device. He knew exactly what it was. He knew what it meant. The slush fund—the two billion dollars that funded Senator Hale’s entire political empire—was about to be compromised.

He tried to speak, to curse at me, to threaten me, but all that came out was a wet, strangled gurgle.

"Don’t fight it, Harrison," I said softly, my voice devoid of any malice or triumph. It was just business. "You played a good game. You protected your Queen. But you backed the wrong side."

I placed my hand firmly on his forehead, holding his head still against the concrete floor. I brought the scanner down, aligning the lens with his right eye.

Croft tried to squeeze his eye shut, a final, desperate act of defiance.

I used my thumb and forefinger to pry his eyelid open, forcing him to stare into the lens.

"Look at the light," I commanded.

The red laser swept across his pupil. The device beeped twice, a solid green light illuminating the small screen.

"Signature acquired," Nia confirmed in my ear. "That’s it, Jake. We have all three keys. The slush fund is unlocked."

I pulled the scanner away and slipped it back into my jacket. I looked down at Croft. The paralysis would wear off in about twenty minutes, leaving him with nothing but a massive headache and the terrifying realization that he had failed his only mission.

"When you can speak again," I said, standing up and looking down at him, "I want you to deliver a message to Senator Hale."

Croft’s eyes burned with a hatred so pure it was almost luminous.

"Tell her that her slush fund is gone," I said, my voice cold and absolute. "Tell her that her fixer is broken. And tell her that if she wants to keep her seat in the United States Senate, she needs to invite me to her office for a private chat."

I turned and walked out of the bedroom, leaving the paralyzed apex predator lying in the dark.

I moved quickly through the apartment, slipping out the front door and back into the silent, carpeted hallway. I took the service stairs down to the ground floor, bypassing the lobby entirely, and slipped out the side door into the freezing D.C. night.

Darius was waiting in the alley, the engine of the rented SUV idling softly.

I climbed into the back seat, wincing as the movement pulled at my bruised ribs.

"You got it?" Darius asked, putting the car in drive.

"I got it," I said, leaning back against the leather seats and closing my eyes.

"And Croft?"

"He’s alive," I said. "But he’s not a threat anymore. He’s just a messenger."

Darius pulled out of the alley, merging seamlessly into the late-night traffic, putting distance between us and the Navy Yard fortress.

I pulled out my encrypted phone and looked at the screen. Three green checkmarks glowed brightly, representing the three biometric signatures required to access the federal asset forfeiture accounts.

Two billion dollars.

It was enough money to build the Oracle-Artemis Singularity. It was enough money to buy a small country. It was enough money to make me completely, utterly untouchable.

But the game wasn’t over.

Senator Margaret Hale was still the Kingmaker. She still had the DOJ, the FBI, and the entire political machine of Washington D.C. at her disposal. She was a wounded, cornered animal, and that made her infinitely more dangerous.

She wouldn’t surrender just because I stole her money. She would try to destroy me, to burn my empire to the ground, to ensure that if she went down, I went down with her.

I needed to break her Willpower. I needed to strip away her political armor and force her to submit to the System’s absolute authority.

I looked out the window at the glowing white dome of the Capitol building in the distance.

The final battle was coming. And it was going to happen on her home turf.

Monday, 8:00 AM. The Georgetown Townhouse.

The study felt like the command center of a nuclear submarine moments before launch. The air was thick with tension, stale coffee, and the hum of high-end processing power.

Nia sat at the center of the mahogany desk, surrounded by four glowing monitors. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, trembling slightly.

"The biometric signatures are compiled and decrypted," Nia said, her voice tight. "I’ve spoofed the IP address to match a secure terminal inside the Department of Justice. We are knocking on the door of the federal asset forfeiture vault."

I stood behind her, resting my hands on the back of her leather chair. Darius stood by the window, keeping watch on the street, while Ethan paced nervously near the fireplace.

"Do it," I said.

Nia hit the enter key.

The primary monitor went black for a terrifying three seconds. Then, a stark, white federal seal appeared on the screen, followed by a prompt requiring three simultaneous biometric authorizations.

Nia ran the script. The signatures of General Thomas Vance, Marcus Thorne, and Harrison Croft were injected into the federal mainframe.

A green progress bar appeared. It crawled across the screen, agonizingly slow.

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