Novel & Cerita Corrupted Finn

**** “I have told you not to murmur while coming to my corner; stop bringing a bad mood to my corner Edam, what is the problem now?“. Terry asked as Edam entered his room. “It's like I have lost my authoritative life, it's like I am now as cool as ever, it's more clear that I have lost my spark of brutality”. Edam shouted. “Calm down and talk, I can't hear you clearly, speak fast guy”. Terry sounded anticipating. “I was stopped by two senior secondary school students who placed loads of warnings and threats on me in the name of me being the one that is behind the corruption of his brother”. Edam replied to him.

“Yes, ma’am—” “Ma’am?” Scarlett interrupted, a small smile playing at her lips despite the gravity of our conversation. “Or Mother?” A flush of embarrassment crept up Finn’s neck, softening his hardened features. “Mother,” he corrected himself. The word sent a warm glow through my chest. Mother. Not just to Scarlett now, but to this young man who clearly adored her. “He planted forged treason documents in my father’s pack—evidence that he wanted to be king,” Finn continued, his voice growing hollow with remembered pain.

“I’ll recover what I spent soon enough.” Liam’s chest swelled with pride. He had never doubted her, but watching her own the situation like this? It was damn attractive. Suzanne lifted the screen, showing the confirmation to Finn. "I just sent fifty million dollars back to the Carter Corporation." Finn’s face paled. “Carter Corporation?” Liam’s arm slipped around Suzanne’s waist in a slow, deliberate motion—possessive, protective. He met Finn’s glare head-on. "Isn’t that where you stole the money from? From our company’s account?”

Worse, the profile was flagged with a massive, glowing red warning: BLACKLISTED: FINANCIAL MISCONDUCT. "Killian, are you insane?" Corin's casual posture vanished. He stood up straight, pointing a finger at the screen. "This guy has a fraud flag on his file. He was blacklisted from his last firm for a missing four-hundred-thousand-dollar transfer. You can't bring a financial criminal into the executive suite." "I can do whatever I want with my division, Corin," Killian said, his voice dropping into that cold, unyielding tone that kept the rest of the family at bay.

“Some of it’s missing.” Victor didn’t even blink. “Missing how?” “Deleted. Multiple days, right around when he left.” “Systems glitch, probably. IT’s been having issues with the servers for months.” “Convenient timing for a glitch.” “You’d be surprised how often that happens, Roman. Old infrastructure, too much data, things get corrupted.” He said it so smoothly it almost worked. “And the financial reports? Those corrupted too?”

My silver-grey eyes scanned the documents with growing fury. Detailed reports showed exactly how systematically the Blackthorn Group had dismantled what remained of my family after my murder. Properties I had grown up in were now listed as “acquired assets.” Old pack territories transferred under the guise of “debt restructuring.” My father’s signature on several humiliating concession documents. My mother’s name attached to a generous but controlling stipend that kept her compliant and silent. Worst of all , internal memos from Damien himself approving the final absorption phases just weeks after my death was publicly announced as a “tragic rogue attack.”

Finn's eyes widened the moment the word left his mouth. He quickly covered his mouth and blinked rapidly. His heart raced even faster. He had slipped up. Would the second target hate him even more now? The system's interface showed before him, and the screen flickered, showing numerous watermarks as if it were about to explode from malfunctioning. Finn felt even more guilty. Franklin's expression also changed. He looked at Finn with furrowed brows, and the pen he held between his fingers dropped with a light thud on the table.

Him torn apart by drones in Neon Grave City, or shredded by mirror shards, or dragged under the carnival pier. The images flickered and smeared as my edits fought with the log. “CHAMPION UNIT FAILED TO MAINTAIN NECESSARY EMOTIONAL DISTANCE,” it added. “COMPROMISED.” Corvin smiled without humor. “The whole world built on your definition of ‘necessary,’” he said. “Ugly thing, isn’t it?” The Admin turned to Jax. “ESCORT UNIT JAX–274–303. LOW-LEVEL CORRUPTION. ATTACHMENT TO SUBJECTS.”

It was finally evening and I was finally resting, getting ready to leave for the night, when my assistant slowly walked into my office “Mr thornfield is here to see you ma.” “please let him in” I replied When Micheal walked in, he didn’t waste time with pleasantries, he closed the door behind him and placed his tablet on the table, sliding it towards me. “Monique isn’t just Blake’s girlfriend,” he said. She’s been siphoning funds, forging approvals and manipulating internal audits. I skimmed through the files, my expression unreadable. Fake cridentials. Shell accounts. A child she’d hidden. Transfers that led back to the trust group’s primary account.