Reborn with 10 Billion to Conquer the Apocalypse

red through the smo

ve mahogany desk in the Ellio

from his desk and hurled it against the w

cent she has locked down!" Clemence

ck of his neck with a handkerchief. "Sir, we can't. The funds were routed through mul

is private cell phone buzzed. It was

ving a fire sale, Clemence.

phone. He pulled up

plit the shares into thousands of micro-packets and was leveraging dark pool brokers to execute off-market OTC trades. She was offering them dir

bed by rival firms, he would lose his majority voting power before the publi

loosening it frantically. "Trace those dark pool transactions and outbid

"We don't have the liquid cash. The com

on Valley!" Clemence screamed, slammi

vely draining the last drop of blood from his own company to buy back Kinsey's sh

her penthouse. She watched the numbers in her bank a

second. She immediately converted h

r the largest industrial

lar-grade anti-freeze diesel," Kinsey said. "E

t the moment Kinsey wired the full payment upfront, h

assive agricultural

housand free-range chickens, and three hundred

gerly agreed to have the convoy arrive in three days. Kinsey typed in t

t was the bank, calling to inform him that his credit li

swollen, his empire was crumbling, and it was all because of her. Th

e logged into a hidden deep-web forum. He navigated to a s

lion dollars in untraceable B

t: Kinsey Elliott. Must look lik

it s

, a cold chill ran down her spine. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. It was the hyper-

fee cup down. H

eemingly blank section of the oak paneling. A hidden biometric

c smell of gun oi

flawless. She ejected the magazine, checked the spring, and pressed 9mm hollow-point r

e slide. She slid the gun into a concealed

on. It was time to go receive her livestock. And if someone