Mokoena didn't fear jail. He didn't fear scandal. He feared one thing: loss of control.
And Lynn was about to cut his lifeline.
Inside the hideout, the air was electric. Lwandile projected a massive web of connections across the wall — shell companies, secret accounts, off-the-record payments.
> "He moves his real money through a mining company registered in Zambia," Lwandile explained. "But it's a front. The real gold is in crypto wallets and ghost accounts under fake identities."
Lynn's eyes narrowed.
> "Can we touch them?"
Michael folded his arms. "If we touch them, he'll know."
> "Good," Lynn said. "Let him feel it."
Lwandile hesitated. "It won't be easy. He has a private security coder monitoring transactions 24/7."
> "Then we'll distract him," Lynn said, smiling coldly. "Time for a little chaos."
She divided the plan:
Michael would leak a rumor about a pending arrest to pull focus.
Lwandile would create a false breach at one of Mokoena's smaller firms.
Lynn would target the main vault: a digital offshore account worth millions.
> "Make him scramble," she said. "Then I'll bleed him dry."
As the fake news flooded social media and the security team focused on the wrong IP address, Lwandile whispered, "You're in."
Lynn took over the laptop. Her fingers danced across the keys like a pianist. Every move was precise, surgical.
> "Redirecting funds to a holding account in Zurich," she muttered. "Locking access. Wiping logs."
> "Done."
Just like that, ₱37 million vanished from Mokoena's war chest.
He wouldn't feel it right away. But soon, deals would bounce. Bribes would be unpaid. Loyalty would rot.
Across the city, Mokoena's phone buzzed violently. Alerts. Frozen assets. Unknown withdrawals.
> "She touched the money," he hissed.
> "What do we do?" his fixer asked.
Mokoena's expression was deadly calm.
> "We hurt her."
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Lynn exhaled and leaned back.
> "That's one artery cut," she said. "Now we wait for the scream."
But before she could celebrate, her phone lit up with a message.
UNKNOWN NUMBER: "You've made your move. Now I make mine."
Attached was a photo — grainy, zoomed — of someone she recognized:
Her younger brother, Kayden.