Chapter 171

Chapter 171

Before the massive curved floor-to-ceiling windows, several oversized electronic displays scrolled densely with real-time data from global stock markets, capital flows, and various obscure financial charts.

Scarlett wore a bluetooth earpiece, sitting behind her desk, her hands flying across the keyboard as she issued orders to various departments.

"Legal department, immediately draft criminal litigation against Cruz and others. Cooperate with police to freeze assets. I want them unable to transfer a single cent!"

"Finance department, consolidate all liquid capital we can mobilize into one hidden fund pool. Be ready to counter selling pressure from overseas hot money at any time!"

"PR department, closely monitor domestic and international public opinion. For any negative news attempting to smear the Getty Group, clarify and counterattack immediately. If necessary, play our trump cards!"

With each of her orders, the entire Getty Group began operating with high efficiency.

However, Scarlett knew clearly in her heart.

This was far from enough.

Given the Getty Group's current condition, directly resisting Ulysses's savage attacks would be like throwing eggs at rocks.

Thaddeus had barely held on before by using the entire Getty Group as bait. But now, she needed more powerful external support.

A crisp knock broke the tense atmosphere in the office.

The study door opened. Two tall, straight figures walked in one after the other.

Leading was Sawyer in a silver-gray suit, gentle as jade. He held a tablet, his refined features conveying steady strategic composure.

Half a step behind was Finnian in a black shirt, his expression stern. He carried two heavy briefcases. His usually irreverent eyes now flashed with sharp, dangerous coldness.

"Scarlett, how's the situation?" Sawyer approached the desk, handing Scarlett the tablet.

"Not optimistic." Scarlett rubbed her slightly swollen temples. "Ulysses's offensive is extremely fierce. They seem to have detected internal changes at the Getty Group. The funds we've raised can barely keep the stock price from breaking the liquidation line, but won't last long."

"Don't worry. I'll handle the funding issue." Sawyer's slender fingers swiped across the tablet screen, pulling up an international capital flow chart. "I've just contacted several of Mr. Zane Campbell's old friends abroad."

Sawyer looked at Scarlett, confidence gleaming in his deep eyes. "The consortiums behind them have agreed to provide us with a massive interest-free loan through dozens of hidden offshore accounts in batches. These funds, while they can't be used directly to boost stock prices, are sufficient as our most solid backing."

"Moreover," Sawyer paused, the corner of his mouth curving in a meaningful smile, "Mr. Campbell's connections extend far beyond this. His granddaughter also leveraged some special relationships to pressure several overseas investment banks that have been supporting Ulysses, forcing them to reassess their risk credit to the Bourbon family."

This was truly timely help!

Scarlett's eyes lit up suddenly, ineffable gratitude surging in her heart. "Sawyer, thank you..."

"No need for formality with me." Sawyer smiled gently. "This battle isn't yours alone."

"Exactly!" Finnian placed the two briefcases on the desk, unzipped them, and pulled out a huge stack of documents and photos, his eyes revealing ruthlessness. "That bastard Ulysses thinks having money lets him swagger through Silverlight City? He's too naive!"

"I've investigated all of Ulysses's shady gray channels domestically and the underground money laundering operations helping him—dug up everything!"

Finnian pointed at the documents, speaking through gritted teeth. "I've secretly submitted these materials to the Economic Crimes Investigation Unit and Anti-Money Laundering Center. Just now, police conducted surprise raids on dozens of these locations, froze all implicated accounts, and arrested hundreds of suspects!"

Scarlett looked at the two men, irrepressible passion surging in her chest. "Finnian, Sawyer, you've done excellently."

Scarlett stood staring at the massive electronic displays on the wall. "But cutting off his retreat isn't enough."

"What we need to do is utterly destroy him!"

She walked to the computer. "Ulysses likes hiding in shadows manipulating everything?"

Scarlett spoke mockingly. "Then we'll use his own specialty to send him a 'gift'!"

Over the following days.

The Bourbon Group, which had dominated international capital markets, suddenly encountered an unprecedented crisis of confidence.

The trigger was when the mysterious, top-tier voice actor "Echo," who had a massive overseas fan following, suddenly posted several cryptic audio clips and text updates on mainstream foreign social platforms.

These updates seemed innocuous, like telling a suspense story about "dark wealth" and "bloody power."

But to sharp-nosed media outlets, the hidden clues in these stories—locations, character codes—had astonishing coincidences with several unsolved transnational money laundering cases abroad and several companies under the Bourbon Group!

One stone stirred a thousand ripples!

These ambiguous updates instantly triggered an uproar in overseas financial circles and online!

All kinds of dark speculation began spreading wildly on the internet!

"Bourbon Group suspected of illegal transactions"

"Ulysses's wealth stained with blood"

"Mastermind behind transnational money laundering"

These sensitive tags began frequently appearing on financial media front pages!

Overseas hot money that had been following the trend to short the Getty Group, and retail and institutional investors holding Bourbon Group stock, upon hearing these rumors, began frantically selling their holdings, trying to withdraw before the storm hit.

The Ulysses family enterprise's stock price experienced violent fluctuations, plummeting!

"Damn it! What the hell is going on?"

In Celestria Castle, Ulysses looked at the sickly green candlestick chart on screen, so furious he smashed his wine glass on the floor.

While Ulysses was overwhelmed trying to calm overseas public opinion and stabilize stock prices...

Scarlett finally played her true trump card.

Silverlight City, late night.

Scarlett sat before her computer, watching the constantly flashing progress bar on screen, her eyes ice cold.

"Ninety-eight percent... ninety-nine percent..."

"One hundred percent. Transfer complete."

With a crisp system notification sound.

Scarlett had spent months following secret clues Thaddeus left behind, collecting complete evidence of Ulysses's consortium's suspected large-scale money laundering abroad, underground casino manipulation, even participation in dark web illegal transactions—including hidden account fund flows, transaction recordings, even top-level confidential emails! She packaged everything and sent it through an untraceable anonymous channel to Interpol headquarters and several of the world's largest financial regulatory agencies!

Within twenty-four hours.

A shocking transnational joint arrest operation unfolded with thunderous force.

Interpol, coordinating with police from multiple foreign countries, swiftly struck with decisive action, sealing over a dozen core Bourbon Group offices and underground vaults!

They froze overseas accounts under the Ulysses consortium totaling hundreds of billions of euros and all suspicious assets!

On the global warrant, Ulysses's handsome yet sinister face spread to every corner of the world.

Ulysses, who once stood high above, thinking he could crush the Getty Group as easily as an ant...

Overnight became a homeless dog with nowhere to escape!

Serenity Health Center VIP intensive care unit.

In the quiet hospital room, only the heart monitor emitted its monotonous, regular beeping.

Thaddeus lay quietly on the bed, his once iron-hard face now transparently pale.

Just then.

His right index finger with its distinct knuckles suddenly bent slightly.