The war had changed shape. It was no longer fought with bullets or blood, but with numbers, shell accounts, and ghosts hidden in code.Jaxon sat at the head of the table in the war room, the soft blue light from the monitors cutting sharp angles across his face. Raven was beside him, her hair loose, eyes fixed on the screen that mapped the Morreau empire like a living organism, branches of corporations, clubs, and trusts, spreading across continents, and beneath it all, in the undercode, Evelyn’s fingerprints.“She used the same network she built for my father,” Jaxon murmured, fingers steepled. “The same offshore accounts, just hidden deeper. She’s been funneling money to Zane through a series of shell charities, children’s relief funds, art restoration projects, humanitarian fronts.” His jaw flexed. “It’s clean on the surface. Perfectly legal. But every dollar bleeds.”Raven leaned forward, tracing the pattern of the transfers. “She didn’t just build this, Jax. She perfected it. Loo
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