Ten Million for My Silence—So My Negotiator Raised the Price

“Ten billion.” Four slid a drive across the table. “You burned Cloud Harbor in nine minutes, but its backup power sent environmental snapshots to a regulatory cloud every thirty seconds. We have thirty-seven faces, purchase orders, and your authorization for the Echo training pods.” Han Ce stopped smiling. The drive was empty. Three had divided the evidence into a thousand encrypted pieces hidden in public commission attachments. If Lu Chen vanished for ten minutes, Su Wanqing would unlock them all. Four continued. “Withdraw the lawsuit. Pay all treatment costs. Admit Skyvault managed Cloud Harbor. Transfer the old industrial-park building to Lu Chen as a recovery center.” “Why would I agree?”