Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin!-Chapter 315: Strategizing Over a Game of Pool

Darren broke first, the crack of the cue ball echoing sharply, sending stripes and solids scattering with precision. Two solids pocketed immediately.

'I usually wouldn't need anyone's help. I'm better planning on my own, I think,' Darren thought, the familiarity grounding him amid the turmoil.

'But I need their heads on this. Cheyenne especially. If this is what I think this is, she's got the business chops to see angles I might miss.*

Olivia picked up a cue next, her lean form bending over the table. Darren furrowed his brows, noticing her positioning.

She'd played this before. And not just 'sometimes' as she claimed.

Olivia lined up a shot on a stripe, breasts pressing against the table's edge, hips swaying slightly, and then she sank it cleanly.

"Not bad," Darren remarked with a grin, impressed. "Didn't peg you for a pool shark."

She straightened, smirking. "Grew up with a table in the basement."

Tamara looked at their flirting with a frown. "Ny turn then," she declared.

But she scratched her shot, and laughed it off nervously.

Cheyenne didn't care to play.

"Are you going to spit it out already, Darren?" she asked him, adjusting her lace over her cleavage. "Why are we here? What is it that you wanted our opinion on?"

Darren glanced at her, silence filling the game room. After a moment, he said; "Someone tried to buy my shares behind my back."

Then he returned to the game.

The women looked at each other.

"What?"

"Brooklyn called," Darren continued, handing Olivia the stick. "She said some agents from a supposed company called 'Morris & The Scottish Capital' showed up at HQ, trying to buy up shares from Caldwell and the other associates."

"Thet were all willing to sell to. If it hadn't been for my receptionist who called Brooklyn, my shares would have belonged to a strange person that I do not even know."

Olivia sank two balls, before handing Tamara the stick who surprisingly managed one ball. "How was she able to stop them though? Doesn't she only work in public relations?"

"She called Vance, and he hurried and shut it down."

"Oh. That was close."

"Yes it was." Darren's face hardened with worry. "But the whole thing stinks. I'm not even certain if they're legit investors, or someone planting seeds to take me down from inside?"

Tamara shook her head. "No one legit would make a move on your company shares without meeting you first."

That was true.

"Unless they want to exploit you. Take advantage of your absence."

Everyone turned to Cheyenne.

The woman billionaire sighed, her mature features thoughtful. As the owner of her own empire company, she commanded respect.

She has been in enough boardroom battles for them to be silent whenever she spoke.

"Listen, we can start with the basics here. 'Morris & The Scottish Capital'? I've got contacts in every major capital firm from New Dale to London. Never heard of them. Could be new, but it smells like a ghost company. Like a front for something shadier."

"So it's an internal sabotage then?" Tamara asked. "Do they want to own his shares and reduce their value till his company is likely worthless?"

"That could be a plan."

Olivia leaned on her cue. "If it's from within, maybe you should audit everyone. Start with the sponsors who agreed with this . All financials on all your associates; look for unusual deposits or contacts."

Tamara nodded, sinking another stripe with a satisfying thunk. "Agreed. But don't stop at audits. Maybe try surveillance. Bug the meeting rooms, monitor emails. If they're selling out, they're talking to someone. And if it's a ghost company, trace the agents' IDs."

Darren didn't need to do all that himself. He had the system. In fact, he could use his Insight Protocol skill to get info about this company.

┏Insight Protocol Complete: Information on Morris & The Scottish Capital is as follows┛

┏Estimated Value: $750 million┛

┏Primary Business: Venture capital focusing on promising startups, blockchain tech, and healthcare acquisitions; specializes in high-risk, high-reward investments with a niche in undervalued assets┛

┏Owner: Registered under a holding company led by anonymous trustees; public face is a low-profile executive named E. Hargreaves (likely a alias)┛

┏Real owners: ... Identified as Richard Morrison and Adam Scotland┛

┏Current Status: Recently incorporated (1 year ago), with rapid funding influxes from undisclosed sources. False status. Was actually made 2 months ago.┛

┏Public Reception: ★★★★★. False reception. True reception: ☆☆☆☆☆. No ratings┛

┏Tactics: Uses premium offers to lure quick sales, employs intermediaries to avoid direct scrutiny, prioritizes discreet transactions during target absences for leverage.┛

┏System's Advice: Scrutinize for ties to rivals; this could be a proxy for hostile takeovers. Recommend immediate forensic accounting and legal blocks on share transfers. Be wary of internal leaks feeding their intel.┛

Cheyenne watched him. "You seem lost in thought."

Darren was. He couldn't believe that Richard Morrison was still going after him. Had he just taken a break?

And Adam Scotland? Was he finally making his move? Working with Richard Morrison? How?

His enemies, working together.

It had been a while.

Morrison must have not gotten over Darren claiming his hospital branch, and Adam was simply jealous of Darren's rise through Bitcoin.

"I think Richard Morrison could be involved."

Cheyenne's eyes glinted. Her interest in this skyrocketed. Richard Morrison had been trying to get her out of the Empire for ages now, if she could hit him hard and knock him down through this, it could be a way to protect herself as well

"Why do you think that? Because of the name?" she asked.

Darren met her eyes. "That and… other reasons. Maybe you can run backchannels on similar ghost firms that Empire companies use? See if you can find this one, Morrison's fingerprints are definitely it. Maybe we will find some illegal transactions."

Cheyenne decided to try the game.

She took the stick, her mature, hot features focused as she bent over the table, her full breasts straining against the lace, the fabric clinging to her sexy curves like a second skin.

She sank a difficult combo, then straightened. "I think I can do that. They might be richer, but they haven't built a network like I have."

She handed Darren the stick. "I'll deploy investigators, trace the incorporation docs, follow the money trails. Leak his own shady deals, if I find them, to regulators. Trust me, from what I know, his pharma empire's riddled with ethical loopholes."

Tamara jumped in, circling the table. "Maybe we should put a little more focus on the sponsors too. They might have a much bigger hand in this."

Darren looked at her and folded his arms, biceps bulging. "What do you suggest?"

Tamara smiled. "Oh, I think Olivia is good at fishing out a Judas from loyal disciples."

Darren turned to the green-haired woman.

Olivia grinned, nailing a bank shot then blowing on the tip of the cue stick. "Hidden cameras always do the trick, but I'll also suggest keyloggers on associate devices."

"If you want to go full uncover mode, plant a mole among the betrayers. Pretend sympathy, draw out confessions. You could also publicly announce a 'review' of shares to flush them out."

Darren's internal thoughts raced as he watched Olivia play, admiring her unexpected skill. 'She's a natural strategist, like Cheyenne. This unity... it's what I need from these women.'

'Sex is great too.'