Chapter 18: The Counterattack
I didn't waste time feeling sorry for myself.
I called my father.
"We need to move fast."
"I'm listening."
"He's got twelve million. He's using it to rebuild. He's already got investors."
"How do you know?"
"Because I know him. He's not going to stop. He's going to keep coming until he wins."
"So we stop him first."
"Exactly."
"What do you need?"
"Everything. I need every document. Every contract. Every piece of evidence that shows he forged my signature."
"That's a lot."
"I know."
"But it's possible."
"Then do it."
My father nodded.
"I'll get the team on it."
"Thanks, Dad."
I hung up.
The next few weeks were chaos.
Lawyers. Accountants. Forensic experts.
We dug through years of paperwork.
And we found everything.
The forged signatures. The fake accounts. The lies.
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It was all there.
And it was all going to destroy him.
