บททั้งหมดของ Nanny Bil-aries: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

(POV: Alistair Whitlock)Alistair was in the middle of a call with the CEO of Interstellar, effectively mitigating the public relations fallout from Damian Rowe, when his secure line flashed with a priority, red alert designation, a level one alert. He cut the conversation short.“Areon, what in bloody hell is that?” he demanded of the general comms channel."Areon's voice was cracking with a hint of panic. "Sir, Project Chimera patent filing. It did not go through."Alistair’s blood turned ice-cold. “What do you mean it didn’t go through? It went through. Clara was going to send it physically this afternoon.”“However, manual submission, paperwork requiring a wet signature, and finally the authentication code, was delayed. Miss Clara notified the filing team that it was a ‘minor administrative correction’ that needed to be done before submission. She obtained the documents, which were signed, and then she kept them. She then set her electronic submission to require a physical confirm

(PHUWIN MONTAGUE’S POINT OF VIEW)“You’re playing with a fuse that’s already lit, Sofia. If the Triad catches your agents sniffing around their supply lines, there won’t be enough left of them for a funeral,” Phuwin said, his voice as dry as the vintage parchment he was currently scanning. He sat behind a desk carved from a single block of obsidian, the pale light of the Montague lunar-lamps casting long, sharp shadows across his angular features.“The Triad has been breathing down my neck since I was old enough to walk. It’s time I returned the favor,” Sofia replied. She stood by the massive floor-to-ceiling window, her silhouette framed by the neon sprawl of the city. Her posture was different now—gone was the hunched, defensive girl from the slums. In her place stood someone with the stillness of a predator. “Nomo knows the routes better than their own drivers. And Somito? He’s a ghost in the machine. They won't even know he's there until the data starts leaking.”“Knowledge is one

(POV: Varisa Romero)“Zarla, forget the money trail for a moment. I need you to focus entirely on Ricardo Molina,” Varisa said, her voice tight, speaking over a secure line from the isolated library at Whitlock Manor. She was huddled over Alistair's massive antique globe, tracing a finger across the Atlantic.“Molina? The gallery owner who nearly burned you alive and was Mateo’s money mule?” Zarla’s voice crackled slightly. “Why the sudden shift?”“He’s the key witness Alistair’s counsel, Callum Ford, needed to lock down the case against Mateo and Lily. And he vanished three days ago from a cheap hotel near the Southampton docks,” Varisa explained, frustration evident in every syllable. “Alistair’s team thinks he was bribed or coerced onto a vessel. Mateo was trying to offload the Yacht: The Silver Wave and the Private Isle of Santa Luna before his arrest. It’s the perfect place to hide someone.”“An anonymous island and a luxury yacht. Very Mateo,” Zarla mused. “But why would he stay

(POV: Alistair Whitlock)“You expect me to surrender my life’s work? To sacrifice Whitlock Technologies for the certainty of a quiet family life?” Alistair’s voice was low, strained with disbelief and fury, ringing in the small office on the Private Isle of Santa Luna. His eyes were locked on Damian Rowe, a predator now fully revealed.Damian Rowe leaned casually against the desk, adjusting the cuff of his linen jacket. “It’s not a sacrifice, Alistair. It’s a trade. You’ve won the domestic battle—you have the woman and the daughter you claim to love. You’ve lost the corporate war. Project Chimera is dead. Your reputation is stained by the Mateo scandal, and I have the material right here”—he tapped the stack of Ricardo Molina’s documents—“to turn that stain into a catastrophe. Molina’s affidavits, though entirely circumstantial, are convincing enough to tie your company directly to Mateo’s illegal money laundering. I will release them, and you will face a decade of crippling legal act

(POV: Alistair Whitlock)“Are you certain the District Attorney has everything they need? We can’t afford any bureaucratic slip-ups this time. No delays, no vanished witnesses, no more appeals.” Alistair stood over his desk at Whitlock Manor, holding a thick file of evidence—Celia Graham’s comprehensive portfolio—which was destined for the prosecutor’s office.Callum Ford, on the secure line, sounded unequivocally confident. “Sir, the case is airtight. Celia Graham’s documentation—the coded notes, the financial transfers to Cuis Papadakis, the explicit instructions to Clara Henshaw regarding the patent delay—it’s a road map of the entire conspiracy. Mariela Cruz’s recorded confession at Athena’s Table detailing the threat against Sophie, and Ricardo Molina’s voluntary testimony confirming Mateo’s coercion, are just the icing on the cake.”“And the tax audit against Mr. Romero?” Varisa asked, leaning into the speakerphone.“Completely dissolved, Mrs. Whitlock. Our team established that