The Heiress He Underestimated novel Chapter 206

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“You’re a disobedient child with a very stupid complex,” Kieran spat, but his confidence was cracking. Her calm was unnerving him.

“I’m a hacker,” Elera stated, ticking it off on one finger. “The moment I synthesized a stable compound. I encrypted the data and uploaded it to seven different, geographically scattered, anonymous servers. You couldn’t find those servers with a map and a team of experts. The formula isn’t in that vial. It’s in the cloud. It’s ones and zeroes in Iceland and Singapore and a barn in rural Canada. Breaking the bottle is like burning a single printed copy of a book that’s already an ebook. It’s a tantrum. It’s messy and it means nothing.”

Kieran’s face was tightening, his jaw clenching. “The data is useless without the physical compound! You need the proteins, the synthesized-“.

“And I’m a scientist,” Elera interrupted, holding up a second finger. Her smile grew a fraction colder. “A paranoid, meticulous, brilliant scientist. Did you really think I would create one single batch of the only thing keeping the man I love alive and leave it sitting in a lab my psychotic father knew about?” She let out a soft, incredulous sigh. “I synthesized a second, identical batch yesterday afternoon. After you took Aunt Margaret. I had a feeling you’d try something… direct.”

She tapped the side of her head. “You play business games. You play social games. I play life and death games. I think three moves ahead of the worst case scenario. The backup batch is in a biometric vault, in a location you will never, ever find. It’s safe as it’s ready.”

She took another step. They were only a few feet apart now. “So, let’s review. You have: no company, no reputation, no allies, no family, and now, no leverage. I have: all my data, the cure, my husband, my friends, my freedom, and the absolute certainty that you are the weakest, most pathetic man I have ever known.”

The transformation on Kieran’s face was terrifying. The purple rage returned, deeper and darker than before. The smug victor vanished, replaced by a cornered, feral animal. His eyes bulged, the veins in his temples throbbing. The elegant facade shattered completely, leaving raw, seething hatred.

“You… you are lying…!” he sputtered, unable to even form a complete insult. The psychological blow was total. He had sacrificed his last shred of morality, committed his final act of cruelty, and it was for nothing. A trick. A backup plan. He had been outmaneuvered by his own daughter, in the one area he thought he had finally won.

His composure didn’t just break; it exploded.

With a raw, guttural shout of pure fury, he lunged not for Elera, but for the inside of his suit jacket. His hand emerged and it was not empty, he was clutching a small, sleek, black pistol. It was the first time he had ever resorted to direct, physical violence himself. Always before, it had been bribes, blackmail, hired hands. This was personal.

And he didn’t point it at Elera.

He swung it toward Drakonius.

“Then I’ll just remove the patient!” he screamed, his voice cracking with hysteria. “If the cure exists, but there’s no one to cure, you still lose! You’ll have your little victory and a corpse! How’s that for a happy

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Chapter 206 Checkmate

ending?!”

Time didn’t slow down at all.

Elera screamed, “NO!”

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