Part 2: The Infrastructure Lockdown
The transition from a high-society birthday party to a cold, calculated corporate execution took less than twenty minutes.
I didn't yell at the guests, nor did I allow my mother's high-priced PR team to manage the room.
I carried Renata straight out of the hotel and into my private vehicle, driving directly toward the northern district.
By 2:00 a.m., my secure office terminal at Cárdenas Holdings was fully active, displaying a maze of transaction lines.
"Marcus," I said when my senior trust analyst answered the encrypted field line, his voice instantly sharp.
"Initialize the permanent default sequence on the family's real estate distribution network."
"They used my digital signature to route 100,000 pesos every month into a secondary shell account," I stated flatly.
Marcus Bell’s voice boomed through the speaker, crisp, professional, and entirely focused on the structural breakdown.
"The account wasn't registered to Maribel, Leonardo," Marcus confirmed after a brief trace of the digital ledger.
"It was routed to a property management firm owned by Aurora's brother in Guadalajara to cover his gambling debts."
I kept my fingers perfectly still on the glass surface, my mind calculating the final failure points of her plan.
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"Freeze the entire asset registry, Marcus," I ordered, my voice dropping into a flat, dangerous whisper.
"I want her lines of credit closed before the municipal market opens its morning docket."
