Part 3: The Boardroom Raid
By 9:30 a.m. the following morning, the central headquarters of the Santillán Corporation was under a total federal block.
Three plainclothes compliance investigators from the financial crimes task force stood rigidly by the main glass entrances.
Regina sat at the head of the long mahogany table, her silver hair pinned perfectly, her hands trembling violently.
Camila Robles stood right beside her, clutching a leather folder containing a fraudulent parental guardianship contract.
"You cannot legally revoke my administrative voting block, Mateo!" Regina shouted as the double doors swung open.
"The family covenant carries a permanent legacy restriction that shields our properties from your unilateral changes!"
"The legacy restriction was officially dissolved by the state treasury at midnight, Mother," Mateo stated, stepping forward.
He stood perfectly tall, flanked by the lead federal prosecutor and three senior maritime logistics directors.
Naomi Pierce connected her secure field terminal to the main projection display, illuminating their hidden ledger.
The screens displayed a live, unredacted tracking stream of the exact metadata captured from Regina’s mobile phone.
It detailed the precise text messages she had transmitted from the hospital lounge while Valeria was in surgery.
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"You didn't just arrange a dinner with the Robles family to replace my wife, Regina," Mateo said coldly.
"You used a fraudulent identity card to strip my unborn son of his legal inheritance rights before his birth."
