Chapter 8 - The Indestructible Blueprint
We didn't just have evidence; we had a loaded digital weapon. But to maximize their destruction and ensure Daniel’s permanent downfall, the execution had to be flawless. I needed a distraction, something to ground me while the trap was set.
The next afternoon, Mark drove me out to the construction site of our new estate. The mái nhật roof had just been completely framed, casting a beautiful, sweeping shadow over the property. But my absolute obsession was the heart of the home.
We walked into the framed-out space that would become my sanctuary. I had spent months agonizing over the kitchen design. It was exactly twelve square meters—precisely 4.3 meters long by 2.8 meters wide. It was designed to be intimate, highly functional, and built to outlast generations. I had evaluated dozens of materials, ultimately rejecting standard imported Thai MDF and Picomat plastic boards. They were too fragile, too susceptible to the elements.
Instead, I ran my hands over the newly delivered custom 304 stainless steel cabinets with sleek, tempered glass doors.
"It’s industrial, beautiful, and completely indestructible," I breathed, looking at the gleaming metal. "It will never warp, never rot, and never break under pressure."
"Just like you," Mark murmured, wrapping his strong arms around my waist from behind and kissing the side of my neck. "The foundation is secure, Claire. Now, how do we finish them?"
"We feed them a poisoned apple," I said, turning in his arms.
I knew Daniel’s ego was his greatest weakness. He believed he was outsmarting me. I called my marketing team and had them draft a fabricated, highly confidential internal memo. The memo stated that APT was on the verge of bankruptcy due to the Meta lock, and that our only hope was a massive, multi-million-dollar acquisition deal with a major tech conglomerate happening on Friday night at a prestigious industry gala in the city.
I had Giang quietly drop the encrypted memo into a server pathway we knew Daniel was still monitoring.
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Daniel took the bait instantly. Within hours, Tới intercepted messages between Daniel and Vanessa. They were planning to crash the gala, armed with their fake deepfake data, to publicly humiliate me in front of the conglomerate executives and kill the "acquisition" deal forever.
They thought they were walking into my funeral. They didn't realize I had built their guillotine.
