Mari handed Agung a slim, encrypted drive—the culmination of her three-year shadow war against her own family. It contained more than just numbers; it held the skeletons of the Ohara board: illicit offshore accounts, manipulated stock logs, and the cold, documented proof of how they had used the "Deadbeat" scandal as a smokescreen to bleed the company dry for personal gain.
Agung took the drive, the weight of it in his palm feeling heavier than any weapon. He closed his eyes, his creation magic humming beneath his skin, weaving through the data. He didn't just read the files; he *manifested* them into an inescapable reality.
He transformed the digital debris into a physical dossier—a "black book" that was conceptually indestructible. If the board tried to delete it, the files would propagate across every secure server on the globe. If they tried to burn it, the ink would etch itself into their own private records. It was a masterpiece of legal and forensic inevitability.
"This," Agung said, his voice cold and precise, "is the end of the Ohara Board. Every transaction, every betrayal, every stolen cent—it's all here, verified by the very systems they thought were protecting them."
Mari watched him, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and dark satisfaction. "You've turned their own greed into a noose. They'll try to fight it, but they'll be fighting an immutable fact of the universe."
Agung stood up, the pink bathrobe replaced by a suit he had manifested—sharp, impeccable, and designed to look like the authority they were about to crush. He tucked the dossier under his arm.
"Now," Agung said, "we go to the board meeting. We drop this on the table, we secure the Ohara legacy for our children, and then I face the Aqours sisters. Are you ready to watch your father's world change forever?"
Mari stepped into his space, her eyes burning with the fire of the woman who had finally reclaimed her throne. She reached out and straightened his lapel, her touch lingering.
"I've waited three years to see the look on their faces when they realize they've lost everything to the 'stain' and her 'deadbeat'," she whispered. "Let's go tear it down."