Chapter 57 A Heart Divided

The remnants of Montero Global’s once-grand office were stripped of its former opulence. The polished floors were scuffed, the air thick with the weight of impending collapse. Mariana stood at the head of the conference table, her presence commanding despite the chaos. The glow from her tablet illuminated her determined expression as she pulled up the financial data she’d spent the last twelve hours compiling. "Navarro’s Achilles’ heel is his offshore investments," Mariana began, her voice crisp, confident. "If we expose his shell companies, his liquidity dries up. That slows his takeover before it even begins."