My Milf Conqueror System-Chapter 60: Nail in the coffin

8:00 AM. The Bunker.

We didn’t take the server to the university lab. That was too exposed, especially with the campus currently turning into a war zone of protesting students. Instead, we took it to a place Darius knew—an abandoned auto body shop on the edge of the city, owned by his uncle who was doing time upstate.

It smelled of motor oil and old tires, but it had heavy steel doors and a clean power line.

Nia was already there, setting up a makeshift workstation on a greasy workbench. When Darius dropped the black server tower onto the table with a heavy thud, she stared at it like it was an unexploded bomb.

"You actually got it," she breathed, pushing her glasses up her nose.

"Isolate it," I said, stripping off my jacket. The adrenaline was fading, leaving a cold, sharp focus in its wake. "No Wi-Fi, no cellular connections. Hardline only. If Richard has a tracker or a remote wipe protocol, I don’t want it triggering."

Nia nodded, her fingers flying as she connected a series of cables from her encrypted laptop to the server’s diagnostic port. "Creating a sandbox environment. Bypassing the network interface controller... and... we’re in."

The screen lit up.

It wasn’t just a list of names anymore. It was the raw data. The lifeblood of Richard Sterling’s empire.

"Look at this," Nia whispered, scrolling through the directories. "Offshore accounts. Embezzlement proofs. Photos of Vanguard board members with people who are definitely not their spouses. He didn’t just have dirt on them, Jake. He had them in a chokehold."

"Find my file," I said.

She typed a quick query. The Consultant.

A folder popped up. I leaned over and hit the delete key. A prompt asked for confirmation. I hit enter. The file vanished into the digital ether.

I let out a breath I felt like I’d been holding for three days. I was free. Richard had no leverage over me anymore. I could walk away right now, take my 5,000 SP, and disappear.

But I looked at the screen. At the dozens of other folders.

Arthur Davis.

William Vance.(Not related to Elena)

Senator Hayes.

"Okay," Nia said, reaching for the power switch. "I’ll run a magnetic wipe. We slag the hard drive, and Richard’s empire turns to dust."

"Wait," I said, catching her wrist.

Nia looked up at me, confused. "Wait for what? Jake, this is radioactive. If anyone finds us with this—"

"If we destroy it," I interrupted, my voice quiet, "Richard loses his leverage. The board members go free. They go back to doing whatever they want, voting however they want."

"That’s the point," Darius said from the corner, crossing his massive arms. "We break his toys."

"No," I said, staring at the glowing screen. The System hummed in my mind, a low, approving vibration. "If we break his toys, Victoria has to fight them all over again to keep control of Vanguard. But if I hold the leash..."

Nia’s eyes widened. She pulled her hand back as if the keyboard had burned her. "Jake. You can’t be serious. You want to blackmail them?"

"I want to own them," I corrected. "Richard used this to build a prison. I’m going to use it to build an army."

[System Alert]

[Alignment Shift Detected: Ruthless]

[Title Unlocked: The Shadow Broker]

Passive Effect: +10% Success Rate in Coercion and Negotiation.

I pulled a high-capacity encrypted flash drive I had bought just before we left to go tail Richard from my pocket and handed it to Nia.

"Copy it all," I ordered. "Then wipe the server. We will leave the empty box on Richard’s doorstep so he knows exactly what he lost."

Nia hesitated for a fraction of a second, looking into my eyes. Whatever she saw there made her swallow hard. She took the drive, and she stole a single glance at me before plugging in the flash drive.

"Copying," she said softly.

1:00 PM. The Capital Grille.

Arthur Davis was a man who was used to people waiting on him. He was fifty, with silver hair, a custom-tailored suit, and the arrogant posture of a man who moved millions of dollars before breakfast. The type of man I would not have dared to approach him if I were still the same Jake from a few months back, but now I had evolved into an apex predator.

He was sitting in a private leather booth at the back of the restaurant, checking his Rolex.

I slid into the booth across from him.

I was wearing the [Shadow Tuxedo]. The passive Authority aura was dialed up to the maximum.

Davis looked up, his brow furrowing in annoyance. "Who the hell are you? This booth is reserved."

"I know," I said, signaling the waiter for a glass of water. "I’m the one who texted you."

Davis’s eyes narrowed. "You’re the one who claimed to have a message from Richard Sterling? You look like a college kid."

"I am," I said. "I go to school with your son, Brad. In fact, Brad and I had a lovely chat in the library the other night. Right before he tried to have my legs broken with a baseball bat."

Davis froze. The color drained from his face, leaving him looking suddenly old. "You’re Hart."

"I am."

"If you’re here to extort me over a minor scuffle—"

"I don’t care about Brad," I cut him off, my voice slicing through his bluster like a scalpel. "Brad is an idiot. But you, Arthur... you’re a smart man. Which is why I’m so surprised you let Richard Sterling use you as an attack dog."

Davis glanced around nervously, lowering his voice. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

I reached into my jacket and pulled out a single sheet of paper. I slid it across the mahogany table.

It was a printout from the Blue Heron index. It detailed three wire transfers from Davis Capital to an offshore account in Belize, explicitly bypassing SEC regulations.

Davis stared at the paper. A bead of sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Richard sent you," he whispered, his voice trembling. "He’s tightening the screws. Tell him I did what he asked! I sent the boys after you!"

"Richard didn’t send me," I said. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table. "Richard is done, Arthur. He lost the server. He lost the files. He lost his leverage."

Davis looked up, hope and terror warring in his eyes. "Lost it? To who?"

"To me."

The silence in the booth was absolute. The clinking of silverware from the main dining room felt a million miles away.

"You?" Davis breathed. "You’re just a kid."

"I’m the kid holding the matches to your career," I said smoothly, tapping the piece of paper. "Richard used this to make you his slave. He made you compromise your own son. I’m offering you a different deal."

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice hollow.

"Victoria Sterling is the Interim CEO of Vanguard," I said. "At the board meeting next week, there will be a vote to make her position permanent. Richard is going to try to rally the board to vote her out."

"He has the votes," Davis said quickly. "He has dirt on three other board members."

"Not anymore," I smiled. "I do. And I’ll be having this exact same lunch with them tomorrow."

I leaned back, taking a sip of my water.

"You are going to vote for Victoria," I commanded. "You are going to stand up in that meeting, and you are going to publicly endorse her. You are going to cut all ties with Richard Sterling."

"And if I do?"

"Then this piece of paper," I said, picking it up and tearing it in half, "never sees the inside of an SEC investigator’s office. You get your life back, Arthur. You just have to remember who gave it to you."

[System Prompt]

[Target: Arthur Davis]

[Willpower: Broken]

[Coercion Successful]

Davis stared at the torn paper. He looked at me, really looked at me, seeing past the age and the college facade. He saw it- he saw the predator underneath.

"Okay," he whispered, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "Okay. I’ll vote for Victoria."

"Good," I said, standing up and buttoning my jacket. "Tell Brad to focus on his studies. Lacrosse isn’t going to pay the bills."

I walked out of the restaurant, the winter air hitting my face.

My phone buzzed. A text from Sophia Rossi.

The target just caved. They’re halting construction on the Innovation Center pending a ’budget review.’ Richard Sterling is locked in his office. He’s bleeding out.

I smiled, typing a quick reply.

Keep the pressure on. Don’t let him breathe.

I pocketed the phone. Phase one was complete. Richard’s army was mine, his reputation was crumbling, and his leverage was sitting on an encrypted drive in my pocket.

It was time to go see the Ice Queen. It was time to claim my reward.