Chapter 164 The Silent Puppet Master

Jasper Hollingsworth leaned back in his chair, the glow of multiple monitors casting shadows across his sharp features. His fingers danced over the keyboard, navigating through encrypted files with practiced ease. The office was silent, save for the soft hum of the computers and the occasional click of the mouse. He paused, eyes narrowing at a particular transaction. "Interesting," he murmured, tracing the flow of funds through a labyrinth of offshore accounts. Each layer peeled back revealed another shell company, another alias. But the pattern was there, subtle yet unmistakable.