CHAPTER SIXDANTE'S POV I read the alphanumeric sequence three times, my brain refusing to process the data illuminating Soren’s screen. The loud bass of the penthouse party faded into background noise, replaced entirely by the sound of my own heartbeat. "Blackridge," I said. "You are telling me the university endowment fund absorbed the missing capital.""The routing prefix matches the exact financial structure of the institution," Soren confirmed, his tone was stripped of its usual calculative distance. "Your grandfather did not embezzle those funds, Dante. The board of directors siphoned the money and engineered the collapse to look like a family dispute."I gripped the edge of the glass table, grounding myself against the sudden, violent surge of adrenaline. For twenty years, my mother had struggled to keep Valez Holdings afloat, burying herself in legal fees and public disgrace while my grandfather took the blame for a crime he never committed. "They set us up," I muttered,
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