Chapter 70 The True Ruler

Chapter 70 The True Ruler
Alexander

"Lower your weapons right now, because the next man who takes a step into this room without my permission will find his entire department dismantled by morning."

I leaned against the broken frame of the master bedroom doorway, my hands resting casually in my pockets. The smoke from the garage explosion was clearing, but the tension in the room was still high. A squad of federal agents stood in a tight circle, their heavy boots tracking dust across the polished floorboards. Their weapons were raised, pointing directly at Sandra. Beside them, Olivia was scrambling up from the floor, her fake dress torn, sobbing as she pointed a shaking finger at her sister.

She’s just a tool for my revenge. The familiar lie was completely gone from my mind. Watching Sandra stand her ground against the federal marshals and her traitorous sister filled me with a sudden, overwhelming surge of pride. She didn't look like the terrified girl who had stepped up to the altar as a sacrificial lamb to save her father’s business. She looked entirely like a queen commanding her court.

"Sir, we have a signed witness affidavit from your private legal team," the lead marshal stated, his voice a low vibration that tried to project absolute authority. He held up a set of heavy titanium handcuffs, his eyes darting between me and the tablet in his hand. "The document clearly states that Sandra Draken-Thorne holds total liability for the illegal cultivation of the Alpha-X sequence. You signed over fifty-one percent of the company voting shares, which makes her the primary target of this investigation."

I didn't answer him right away. Instead, a slow, predatory smirk cut across my face. I looked past the guards, my bloodshot eyes locking onto Sandra. Her chin was held high, her eyes blazing with an unfiltered internal fire that made the physical danger in the room seem completely trivial. She wasn't backing down from the threat of a prison cell or the sudden arrival of the extraction team.

"You think you can use my own legal department to trap my wife, Olivia?" I asked, turning my gaze to the weeping woman on the floor. My voice dropped to a cold, dangerous whisper that caused the lead agent to hesitate. "You spent weeks collaborating with Lucas and my father, thinking you could manipulate the family trust to isolate her. You thought that by printing a fake warrant, I would let these men take her away."

"It's not a fake warrant!" Olivia shrieked, her voice cracking with a manic, desperate energy as she wiped a streak of blood from her swollen lip. She glared at me, her face twisted with a cynical hatred. "The system registry confirmed the transfer, Alexander! She owns the majority now. She carries the biological asset. The law requires her immediate seizure, and you cannot stop it without destroying your own position as Chairman!"

I took a slow step forward, my massive frame casting a long shadow over the federal team. The guards instinctively shifted their weight, their territorial instincts telling them that the ruthless CEO they came to exploit was far more dangerous than the physical weapons they carried.

"I don't need to destroy my position to save her," I said, a faint, amused chuckle escaping my lips as I pulled a secondary encrypted ledger from my coat. "Sandra didn't just accept those shares, gentlemen. The moment she logged into the mainframe using her mother's private server keys, she initialized a total corporate restructuring. Draken Global doesn't own the Alpha-X sequence anymore. Ten minutes ago, she transferred the entire biological research department into a sovereign medical foundation under her exclusive name."

The lead marshal checked his tablet, his face turning an instant, pasty white as the data updated in real-time. The legal liability they were trying to use as a trap had completely vanished from the corporate registry. We had successfully defeated their ambush by turning their own bureaucracy into a shield.

"This means..." the agent stammered, his hand lowering his weapon as the authority stripped away from his posture. "The warrant is legally invalid. The corporate entity listed in the indictment no longer holds the assets."

"Exactly," I murmured, stepping past the guards until I was standing right beside Sandra.

The attractive, intense connection between us flared, a magnetic heat that made the cold, sterile bedroom feel alive. She looked up at me, her breathing still a bit shallow from her previous exhaustion, but her inner core was completely unbroken. The witty, cynical defense mechanism she usually wore against me was gone, replaced by a deep, unfiltered understanding. We were an unstoppable power couple of destruction, and we had just broken the first layer of the trap our families had set for us thirty years ago.

I reached out, my long fingers gently brushing against her arm, ensuring she could feel my steady presence. The sweet spot of our alliance was no longer a secret contract; it was a shared victory over the ghosts of our past. I looked down at her, the smirk returning to my face as I watched her grip the tablet containing the sovereign foundation codes.

"My queen is finally taking her throne," I whispered, my voice filled with a quiet, intense pride that belonged only to her.

Olivia let out a ragged scream of pure frustration, realizing her ultimate masquerade had failed to tear us apart. She had dressed like Sandra, she had tried to copy her voice, but she could never replicate the brilliant mind that had just outmaneuvered three global factions simultaneously.

"This isn't over!" Olivia hissed, backing toward the open balcony doors as the security teams downstairs began to retreat. "Lucas still has the primary vault under lockdown! My father will blow the foundation of this building into dust before he lets you keep that cure!"

"Let him try," Sandra countered, her voice carrying a sharp, dominant authority that perfectly mirrored my own. "The Alpha-X firewall doesn't just protect the digital data, Olivia. It controls the power grid. I just cut the line to your escape vehicle."

Before Olivia could step onto the balcony terrace, the large glass doors automatically slammed shut, the heavy titanium security bolts sliding into place with a deafening, mechanical thud that trapped her inside the room. A sudden, deep vibration rattled the floorboards, followed by a bright, flashing amber notification on the main television display that bypassed our local network entirely. "Alexander,"

Sandra gasped, her hand tightening around my wrist as her watch emitted a frantic, high-pitched alarm, showing a massive spike in the regional atmospheric radiation sensors. The screen displayed a live drone feed from the city's central medical tower downtown, where my father’s attorney was standing beside an open transport container marked with our family crest. "It was a diversion,"

I realized, my internal thoughts turning into pure, icy horror as the automated broadcast began to read a newly issued public health directive. "Arthur didn't place the demolition charges under the vault to kill us; he placed them to cover the physical removal of the original biological strain from the hospital vault." The voice of the news anchor cut through the quiet room, cold and completely devastating: An emergency federal lockdown has just been declared across the capital district.

Medical authorities report that the original Alpha-X template has been leaked into the central ventilation system of the metropolitan area, and the only active antidote is contained within the genetic structure of the unborn child currently held inside the Draken penthouse.