Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 293

Chapter 293 A Stick And A Carrot

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“Under Imperial Law, Section 266,” Blake said calmly, “falsely claiming medical

reimbursements, defrauding public insurance funds, and causing losses to public property are criminal offenses. As the victim, you and the Medical Division have the right to pursue criminal charges.

“Based on the amount your uncle took,” she continued, “and the damage done to Central Gene Hospital’s reputation, the minimum sentence would be 10 years in prison, loss of his noble title, and compensation of up to 10 billion dollars.”

Sylvara sucked in a sharp breath.

Her fingers slipped on the keyboard.

The numbers she had just calculated vanished from the screen.

Daddy was the real deal.

She thought forcing Winson to pay 1.9 billion, serve three months, and pay a fine was enough to drain him dry.

Turns out that 1.9 billion was just the cold appetizer.

Now came the real meal. Ten years in prison, loss of noble title, and ten billion dollars in damages.

Impressive.

Very impressive.

No wonder Relos had been taken down so easily.

No wonder Agares had never once doubted her identity all these

years.

A true powerhouse.

A real deal.

“I want to sue him,” Saphron said, fire burning in his eyes. His fists clenched so tight his nails cut into his palms, drawing blood, “I want him stripped of his title, forced to pay compensation, and sent to prison.”

A sharp glint flashed through Blake’s violet eyes. “Good boy,” she said gently. “Only by holding the banner of the law can you protect yourself. His Majesty has always worked to remove class inequality, to make the empire truly equal and free for everyone.”

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She went on, her voice steady. “On a larger level, your uncle, a third-rank duke, ignored Imperial Law, disrupted the medical system, and tried to shake the foundation of the empire.

“On a personal level, he threw away blood ties without hesitation. The Empire is already facing a birth crisis. Families with just two siblings are rare. Instead of cherishing that bond, he trampled it under his feet.

“So, Saphron,” Blake said, placing a document on the table, “I have no tolerance for people like him, those who break the law and betray family. This document is an authorization letter. I can represent the Crown and add charges for insulting a member of the royal family. If you don’t want to waste more time on him, you can authorize me, and I’ll file the case for you.”

Sylvara was stunned.

1.9 billion-cold dish. Ten years in prison-starter. Loss of noble title-main course. Ten billion dollars-soup.

That was already a full table.

And yet bargain-bin dad still brought out dessert, having Saphron authorize her to crush. Winson completely. Not just Winson, but the entire family, too.

As expected, Daddy was still Daddy.

His method was precise, ruthless, and brilliant. She was in awe.

Saphron fell silent.

Blake lifted her glass of green vegetable juice and took a slow sip, unhurried, calmly waiting for

his answer.

A few minutes passed, and Saphron finally stood up.

He bowed ninety degrees to Blake. When he straightened, his eyes were firm and steady. “General Kenobia,” he said, “I place my trust in you. I authorize this.”

Blake answered with a slow, silent smile. Her fingers brushed across her optical computer. A digital authorization form appeared on the screen. She opened it and turned it toward him. “Sign here,” Blake said calmly. “The hospital investigation and everything related to your mother will be handled by a dedicated team.”

This was General Kenobia standing in front of him. Crushing him would be as easy as killing an ant. There was no reason for her to deceive him.

Saphron didn’t hesitate for a second. He signed the authorization.

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Firushed Blake sent the signed document out immediately. Then she lifted the teapot and poured fresh water into Saphron’s cup, the one he hadn’t even touched yet. “About your mother,” Blake said evenly. “She’s at Central Gene Hospital. Don’t worry, I’ve already asked Ylena Gedge to run a full re-examination for her.”

Ylena Gedge?

The director of the Central Gene Institute?

Saphron’s mouth fell open. It took him several seconds to react after such a massive stroke of luck. He bowed again and again. “Thank you, General Kenobia. Thank you. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Blake said. She set the teapot down and tapped the table lightly. “Come sit. I have a business plan. I want you as a partner.”

A stick first, then the carrot.

Blake is ruthless.

Sylvara exited the optical computer interface. The Quills were finished anyway. No matter how much money that family had made over the last hundred and fifty years, it would all end up in Blake’s hands sooner or later.

“Me? A partner?” Saphron still felt like he was dreaming. “I don’t know how to do much. My current business only survives because of Ms. Feywin.”

Blake’s gaze flicked briefly toward Sylvara. A faint smile curved her lips. “Your online shop is on a small scale,” Blake said. “And your product range is limited.

“The fruit grown by a Level-7 Plant Healer is popular across the entire Troya Empire right now,” she continued. “But it has clear limits.”

“For example,” Blake added casually, “the durian Ms. Feywin just streamed. You can’t get it, but I can. So, we work together.”

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