Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin!-Chapter 311: Secret Scheming

Richard sat back. "This kind of thing… it can be traceable, right?"

"Not at all," Adam promised. "It will be routed through offshore proxies. Once the panic hits, his holdings plummet. We short the hell out of Bitcoin futures tied to his known positions.

"I've lined up hedge funds— discreet ones —who'll dump en masse, creating a cascade effect. His predictive edge? Useless when the market's rigged against him."

"It'll force him to sell and I'll be the only willing one to buy. Except you would like to join in."

"I don't deal with digital money, Adam. You kids can keep playing with those."

Adam scoffed. "However you want it. Just know that his Bitcoin empire will crash down over this."

Richard's lips curled into a thin, cynical smile, his fingers steepling as another woman approached with a silver tray of cigars, her dance-like movements fluid and silent.

He selected one without looking at her, clipping the end with a gold cutter that gleamed under the low light. "Good. But don't stop at rumors. We've got insiders— that disgruntled trader you poached from his firm last month.

"Have him 'accidentally' leak internal memos suggesting Darren's manipulating the market himself. Tip off the SEC anonymously; they'll swarm like vultures. Regulatory scrutiny will freeze his assets during investigations.

"As for his tech ventures—Trendteller and Delvarate—those AI-driven monstrosities predicting trends and delivering personalized tech solutions. We'll hit them where it hurts: intellectual property.

Adam's eyes widened. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Richard continued. "I've already engaged patent trolls— shell companies I've funded —to file lawsuits claiming infringement on obscure algorithms we 'own.' Bog them down in court for years; the legal fees alone will bleed him dry.

"Meanwhile, Adam, you execute the cyber angle. Hire those Eastern European hackers you've cultivated, disrupt their supply chains.

"Fake a data breach, expose 'customer data' that's actually planted fakes, tank their stock prices with privacy scandal headlines. We'll poach key engineers too by offering them double salaries through headhunters, cripple their R&D."

Adam nodded vigorously, his face splitting into a predatory grin, sweat beading on his forehead despite the room's controlled chill.

The dancer on the platform twirled closer, her mask's feathers brushing the air near them, but neither man paid her heed, their focus laser-sharp on destruction.

"And the stocks? Piece of cake. We coordinate a short-selling blitz. I was almost caught by two of his female employees when I was doing this in an office.

"But I still set them all. The algorithms were set to trigger massive s atpeak hours, creating artificial volatility. Pair that with paid influencpushing narratives of overvaluation. 'Darren Steele's empire is a house of cards,' they'll say. Watch the shareholders bail. As for that hospital branch he snatched from you—"

Richard's expression hardened, a flicker of genuine malice breaking through his cold facade as he lit the cigar, puffing a cloud of smoke that hung like a veil between them. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

The masseuse behind him paused, sensing the shift in tension, her hands hovering before resuming their rhythmic pressure on Adam's shoulders.

"Ah, yes. My productive little gem. We'll reclaim it through a multi-pronged assault. First, legal: Challenge the sale on antitrust grounds. I've got lobbyists in Washington DC drafting filings claiming the acquisition created a monopoly in regional healthcare.

Tie it up in court, force a divestiture. Second, sabotage from within—plant operatives as staff, fabricate patient complaints, stage minor 'incidents' that trigger health inspections.

Amplify them through media leaks: 'Steele's hospital riddled with negligence.' Devalue it so badly he begs to sell back at a loss. And if that fails, we buy out his suppliers—pharma contracts, equipment leases—starve the place until it's on life support. Then, I swoop in with a lowball offer he can't refuse."

The two men shared a dark chuckle, Adam's eager and throaty, Richard's a mere exhale of smoke, his eyes narrowing like a predator sighting prey.

A woman approached with flutes of champagne, her mask's golden filigree catching the light as she bowed slightly, but Richard dismissed her with a wave, his focus unyielding.

"The beauty of it all is the deniability. No direct ties; everything through layers of cutouts, offshore entities, anonymous tips. Nothing will save Darren Sreele from systemic collapse.

"His Bitcoin fortune evaporates in market chaos, his tech firms drown in lawsuits and hacks, his stocks crater under short attacks, and that hospital? Back in my hands, where it belongs.

He'll be left with scraps, begging for mercy from the very regulators we sicced on him. Ominous, isn't it? The man who saw the future, blind to his own downfall."

Adam's anticipation peaked, his fingers clenching the armrests until his knuckles whitened, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple as the masseuse's touch turned firmer, almost mirroring the building tension.

"And the best part, Richard? We can start this weekend. I've checked with my sources: Darren and most of his workforce, those women he parades around, are off at some luxury resort. The company's bare, skeleton crew at best. No one to notice intrusions."

Richard leaned back, exhaling a slow plume of smoke that coiled toward the ceiling like a serpent, his expression one of calculated frost, devoid of warmth or doubt.

"Perfect. Start with the cyber incursion: have your hackers breach Trendteller's servers Friday night. Plant the malware, siphon data, trigger the 'leak' by Saturday.

Simultaneously, activate the short sells on his stocks; time it for the Asian markets opening. For the hospital, dispatch our operatives—fake inspections tipped off to local authorities. By Monday, the FUD hits crypto exchanges, and the lawsuits file. "

"We'll monitor from here, adjust as needed. Darren Steele is done for now. Finally."

His voice dropped to a chilling whisper, the words hanging in the air like a death sentence, while Adam's face lit with savage glee, the room's masked women continuing their silent rituals, oblivious or indifferent to the empire they helped veil in secrecy.

And as they plotted his downfall, Darren continued to sleep in the arms of his lovely Penelope, completely oblivious of his coming fate.