Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs

Chapter 326: The Day That Changed Everything

The charcoal suit felt different tonight—not just expensive fabric against my enhanced skin, but armor for a battle already won. I adjusted the cufflinks Charlotte had given me, watching her reflection in the mirror. She applied lipstick with the precise, unhurried movements of someone who’d spent the day systematically dismantling her enemies on live television.

Twelve hours ago, we’d hovered between cautious optimism and outright dread. Now, we stood in the stunned silence of total victory. My mind still raced to comprehend the scale of what we’d accomplished.

This morning’s press conference had been both glorious carnage and an unanticipated nightmare. I’d lingered at the back of the packed auditorium, watching Charlotte seize the podium like a queen reclaiming her throne. But within minutes, I was forced to flee like I’d stumbled into a goddamn zombie apocalypse.

The moment I removed my mask for a clearer view, every woman within a fifty-foot radius erupted in vivid sexual fantasies. My upgraded Lust Presence, amplified by the new Plea ability, let me see their thoughts—and holy shit. The professional journalists and executives in that room were imagining things that would make pornstars blush... during a corporate fraud briefing.

The Reuters correspondent mentally undressed me while demanding answers about accounting irregularities. The Bloomberg reporter fantasized about being bent over her own desk. Even the elderly Wall Street Journal contributor entertained thoughts involving boardrooms and wildly unprofessional uses for conference tables. I’d retreated to the back hallway, mask slammed back on, just to function. The abilities that made me a god in intimate settings rendered public appearances a sensory hell.

Charlotte, meanwhile, was magnificent—calm, precise, devastating. As she spoke, ARIA began dropping evidence packages like coordinated artillery strikes. First, the joint Harvard-Stanford authentication documents landed, their official statement obliterating every fraud claim Rivera Media had manufactured.

Then came the nuclear option: the wives’ testimonies. Professor Chen’s wife, Professor Kirkman’s—all two women shattering on camera as they described torture, threats against their families, and the coerced lies their husbands they’d been forced to tell on threat of holding the wives hostage.

The media erupted. Rivera Next Media’s stock nosedived in real-time as ARIA flooded the internet with proof of their criminal enterprise. Not just the kidnappings—everything. Bank records showing payments to Vincent’s mercenaries.

Communication logs proving Antonio’s ’only’ direct role in extortion. Video evidence of some of the Rivera board members being coerced into compliance. ARIA had used our initial $23 million, shorting their positions and riding the collapse all the way down. When the dust settled, she’d turned that investment into 40 million profit. It was like watching someone play Monopoly with real money, only the bank kept multiplying.

Around 1 PM, Mom’s video call lit up my screen. Seeing Sarah and Emma’s faces glowing with pride was pure gold.

"Peter, we saw the press conference!" Emma practically shouted. "I know you helped save the company from the shadows!"

Sarah, ever the analyst, added, "You’ve gone from the Carter kid who got bullied to the Carter kid who’s apparently some kind of business genius."

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