Moris knew the art of war.
It wasn't about brute force—it was about timing, precision, and leverage. And now, thanks to Leo's discovery, he had the perfect weapon against Julian Roth.
The city had already turned its eyes toward him, waiting to see if the former billionaire would rise from the ashes or crumble under the weight of scandal. Julian thought he had the upper hand.
He was wrong.
The Plan Unfolds
Sarah paced the room, her fingers tapping her chin as she worked through the strategy in her head.
"This can't just be a leak," she said. "Julian is a master at burying stories. If we want this to stick, we need to make it public in a way he can't control."
Moris nodded. "We need a public spectacle."
Isabel frowned. "Like what? We can't just hold a press conference and accuse him of dealing with criminals."
Leo smirked. "No, but we can force his hand."
He turned his tablet toward them. A live feed showed Julian at a high-profile gala—a charity event, cameras everywhere.
Sarah's eyes lit up. "Perfect."
Moris cracked his knuckles. "Time to set the trap."
The Public Exposure
The gala was in full swing when Julian Roth stepped onto the red carpet, flashing his signature smirk at the cameras. Reporters swarmed around him, microphones extended, voices calling out questions about Sinclair Enterprises, Moris Sinclair, and the state of the market.
He answered smoothly, confident, untouchable.
And then—
A phone buzzed. Then another. Then another.
The room's energy shifted as journalists and guests checked their notifications. Eyes widened. Murmurs spread.
The screens in the grand ballroom suddenly flickered, hijacked by a breaking news alert.
A leaked video.
A grainy but clear image of Julian shaking hands with a notorious black-market financier.
Gasps filled the room. Cameras flashed in rapid succession.
"Mr. Roth," a journalist called out, pushing forward. "Can you explain your connection to Emilio DeLuca?"
Julian's smirk faltered. His eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape.
Vivienne Langley, standing in the corner with a glass of wine, exhaled softly. She knew this wasn't an accident. This was a move.
A perfectly executed move.
Julian clenched his jaw. Moris Sinclair had struck first.
The Fallout
Back in Moris's penthouse, the team watched the chaos unfold on live TV.
Sarah let out a low whistle. "That was beautiful."
Isabel crossed her arms. "It's not over yet."
Moris nodded, his eyes locked on the screen. Julian wouldn't go down easily.
This was just the beginning.