Chapter 64: You want to dump all this dirt on me?

"I’ll try to make a small attack on the defense system of the Supervisory Board of the Melvin Continent. Ask your father to cover my tracks. I can’t ask Grandma for help because she just woke up."

Sean looked at Dion, who was also listening to Kevin’s words from the other end of the phone.

"Can he do it? Your abilities are clearly far superior to—"

"It doesn’t have to be perfect," Kevin interrupted. "Just make his subordinates act as if they were the ones who caused the problems in their system."

Dion looked at Sean, then glanced at the boy’s phone lying on the table with its screen still lit.

"You want to dump all this dirt on me?"

"Weren’t you already dirty?" Kevin asked from the other end of the phone. "A little more dirt won’t make much difference. I’ve already read the information Sean has collected about you over the years."

Sean shrugged when Dion gave him a displeased look.

"Sooner or later, Kevin and Zahn will find out about all your misdeeds," he added.

Dion finally let out a rough breath before nodding.

"Order the company’s IT team to drop what they’re doing right now and do whatever they want," Dion instructed his secretary without turning around.

"Yes, sir."

The secretary immediately stepped away from Dion’s chair and contacted the control center of the Sexa family company’s IT department in the western region of the Melvin Continent.

"Is that enough for now?" Dion Sexa asked.

Kevin moved the cursor and opened a new tab containing various codes he had written yesterday in his spare time.

"That’s enough. But make sure they really attack the Supervisory Board of the Melvin Continent’s system. They have to take it seriously," he added. "That way, I can infiltrate their system more deeply and speed up the approval process for freezing Mom’s ex-boyfriend’s shares. If you give the order, they’ll do it properly, won’t they?"

Dion clenched his fists tightly. "How much damage do you want?" he asked.

"Make it serious enough that news of your people infiltrating the Melvin Continent’s supervisory system appears in tomorrow morning’s headlines," Kevin replied casually.

"Kevin, was Orland the one who ordered you to do this?" Dion asked. "Do you want me to destroy my own power in the Melvin Continent? Do you understand the consequences if my name appears in the Melvin Continent’s news headlines?"

"Is it really that serious?" Sean asked while busy processing the various pieces of information appearing on his laptop screen. "You only need to issue a clarification tomorrow morning. Tell the members of the Supervisory Board that you only wanted to help them develop further. You had absolutely no intention of infiltrating their monitoring system."

"Don’t you want to find Mom as soon as possible?" Kevin interjected from the other end of the phone. "You’ll be the first one to meet her. So, isn’t it only fair that you have to sacrifice more?"

Kevin paused briefly before continuing in a threatening tone.

"But if you don’t want to, that’s fine. I’ll ask Orland Hesh’s secretary to do it instead. However, don’t expect to receive any praise for all this or to take credit for it in front of Mom. Once we find her, the only news that will reach her ears will be about your misdeeds."

Sean, who was sitting beside Dion, nodded in agreement.

"You have to make up for your past mistakes by doing this."

Sean looked Dion up and down.

"You’re really too dirty. So many women have slept with you, haven’t they? Clean up your name by accepting a reprimand from the Supervisory Board of the Melvin Continent tomorrow morning," he added.

Dion dropped heavily into his office chair. He took off the expensive watch around his wrist before pressing a hand to his forehead.

Dion’s secretary, who was standing behind him, could only bow his head deeply, trying to make himself disappear from the room.

Dion Sexa’s anger was not something he could afford to endure.

"Do it," Dion finally ordered. "Do exactly what my good son wants."

"But, sir..." His secretary tried to interrupt cautiously, his voice much lower than before.

Dion waved his hand, refusing to continue the discussion.

His secretary swallowed with difficulty before stepping back again and contacting the IT experts at Dion Sexa’s company.

"Tell them that if they do a good job, I’ll double their annual bonus this time," Dion added.

His secretary nodded, then relayed the order exactly as Dion had instructed, without changing a single word.

Sean, who was sitting beside Dion, could hear the voice coming from the secretary’s phone. At first, there were sounds of refusal, then surprise, until finally, a loud voice of agreement rang out.

Sean had no intention of commenting.

Once his secretary returned to Dion’s side, the man spoke quietly. "Prepare a draft clarification for tomorrow morning. I’ll explain the situation to the members of the Supervisory Board of the Melvin Continent."

"Yes, sir," his secretary replied.

"Is that enough now?" Dion Sexa asked.

"Hmm," Kevin replied briefly.

After checking the report on his computer, which showed that Dion Sexa’s people were beginning to attack the control system of the Supervisory Board of the Melvin Continent, Kevin immediately moved his fingers swiftly across the keyboard.

"Sean, I’m starting now."

"Understood," Sean replied as he began filling the two computer screens in front of him with various charts and diagrams of the Vein family’s stocks.

Dion, who was sitting beside him, glanced at Sean briefly before returning his attention to his own computer screen. The Vein family’s stock chart was displayed there as well.

Kevin pressed the Enter key as soon as he finished typing the sequence of code.

"Done. You can start now."

Sean’s computer screen, which had initially displayed only a green stock chart with a temporary freeze indicator, began to show slight fluctuations.

"Okay," Sean replied.

Watching the chart continue to rise as market demand increased without anyone selling, Sean smiled broadly.

Brandon Vein, your days are numbered.

Sean began selling his shares slowly, a little at a time with every passing second.

The Vein family’s stock chart still showed no decline whatsoever. After a minute had passed, Sean continued monitoring market movements and adjusting his sales to match the existing demand.

His smile grew wider as his bank account continued receiving notifications of incoming funds from the ongoing stock sales.

One percent, two percent, five percent, nine percent.

The number of Vein family shares in Sean’s hands gradually decreased.

The stock chart displayed on his computer finally began to fluctuate. Market demand continued to fall as the number of shares being sold increased.

However, Sean quickly adjusted his strategy. In an instant, the Vein family’s stock market returned to normal. Demand began to rise again, while the number of shares being sold gradually decreased.

As soon as market demand reached the target he needed, Sean immediately pressed the Sell All button on his computer screen.

BAM!

Sean slammed both his little arms onto the table. His face lit up with excitement as he watched the Vein family’s stock chart change sharply, filling with red.