MTLNOVEL Chapter 224: Revenge Story
At this time, Darren was still oblivious to what had happened with the girls and Tyler Mooney.
However, after the meeting the next day, he was updated that their expansion application in the Bidding Gate had been approved
That left Darren a little surprised. He was almost certain that Archibald would try something to hold him back. If not him, then his pain in the ass of a sun.
However, this was good news as Trendteller could finally begin sales in the most lucrative of places over the world.
On the Bitcoin side, which was desperately what Darren wanted to return to, things were doing extremely well. But Darren knew he had only a few years left until Bitcoin became mainstream.
He had to find a way to resolve these business politics and return to the simplicity of mining, buying and selling the exciting digital currency.
Meanwhile, today was a rainy day.
The drops of rain tapped lightly against the windowpane of Holloway Medicals' 8th floor. Inside the suite, the air was sterile, quiet, and heavy with the faint scent of honey and hibiscus perfume.
A computer beeped rhythmically. Leonard Holloway sat against his tall seat, wrapped in an expensive suit and a doctor's coat. He was reading the newspapers, enjoying the Business Section while rocking his head gently.
Click.
He looked up as the door opened and Darren Steele stepped in, trench coat soaked and eyes burning with a quiet, measured fire.
"You're late," Leonard said, managing a faint smile, dropping the newspaper.
Darren pulled out a chair and sat. "Traffic. And war planning."
Leonard gave a dry chuckle. "You don't joke much. So I assume we're past diplomacy?"
Darren leaned forward, eyes hard. "I've finished drafting everything, Leonard. Are you ready to go through it with me?"
Leonard chuckled again. Short. "Am I ready?It's the only damn thing I thought about last night. Don't go all soft on me now, Darren Steele. Hit me with the plan."
Darren smirked approvingly. "Morrison made his move. Now we make ours."
"We're going to visit his boys in the health insurance first of all."
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Vroom!
In the dark corner of the night, small rain drizzled from the sky, a black SUV drove into a location and parked.
It was an underground parking garage.
The black SUV idled in the corner. Inside, Darren and Amelia sat. Darren peered at the building with binoculars while Amelia scribbled down on her notepad, the details of the events.
"Let's go," he told her.
Soon, they both stood across from a health insurance executive, a heavyset man nervously wiping his brow.
Darren placed a folder on his lap. "Your company has been redirecting patients with sub-par insurance to a network of Morrison's hospitals. You're violating federal insurance policy and profiting off rerouted suffering."
The man stammered. "How did you—"
Darren raised a finger. "Don't ask how. What you should be worried about is what happens next."
He slid a USB drive across the seat. "Sign the termination clause and leak the rerouting policy to HealthWatchers. In return, we'll protect your pension and let your firm absorb the blow quietly. Refuse, and this goes to every state regulator."
The man stared. Swallowed. Then picked up the pen.
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"Solid plan. Solid plan." Leonard nodded his head. Then he raised a brow. "Though I am surprised that you're starting with... insurance?"
"Starting explosively might trigger Morrison to react in time. He's an alert man, that I can tell. The insurance fraud is just the appetizer," Darren opened his laptop. He tapped, and an informative screen sprang to life, pulling data, graphs, and movement charts.
"Richard owns thirteen major hospitals directly in this state alone."
"I know that."
"But the real heart of his corruption lives in a web of auxiliary vendors — pharmaceuticals, equipment logistics, insurance reroutes."
Leonard sat forward, eyes narrow.
"We cut the blood flow," Darren continued. "Crash patient traffic. Expose the overbilling schemes. Turn regulators and public opinion into bullets."
"Gosh, Richard. All of this because you dared come after our shares."
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In a small modest suburban home, cameras and lights were rolling for a family interview.
This wasn't any familiar interview, it was one for a woman who had been charged over $40,000 for a hospital bill in one of Morrison's hospitals.
The interview continued, led by the beautiful Brooklyn Baker herself. The tearful woman held up a hospital bill — $46,000 for an overnight stay with no surgery, no ICU, no critical care.
Behind the scenes, Rachel gave a nod to Brooklyn and the health journalist beside her. Another leak scheduled.
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"Because of Richard's power in the media, releasing the leaks will be tricky. But we have six testimonies recorded," Darren said. "Each from families overcharged before surgery."
Leonard blinked. "You got all this in what, three days?"
Darren smirked. "I had motivation."
He paused, then added, "One of the hospitals overbilled my mother. I've seen it from the dirt. Now I'm taking them apart from the top."
Leonard pouted and shrugged. "Everyone loves a revenge story."
"What happens next?"
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In the corporate boardroom of Morrison's® Real Estate Group, a young board member adjusted his tie as he read a resignation letter.
His laptop pinged and an anonymous email appeared. When he opened it, he saw evidence of bribes linking Morrison to illegal rezoning deals.
Across the city, a silent shareholder bid had been placed. Darren's shell firm, under a ghost name, acquired 8.2% stake by nightfall.
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Leonard chuckled. "Oh that is surgical."
"Is it?" Darren said. "I like to think that I can be a scalpel coated in poison. Once I make the cut, infection spreads."
"Doctor puns? Look at you. I never thought we would reach this point, Mr. Indifferent."
Darren moved to the next phase. A new name popped up, a branch of Morrison's hospitals. The notoriously under-reviewed branch which was completely catered to the elites.
Leonard frowned. "Isn't that the place…?"
Darren nodded. "Where I was humiliated. Where my mother was insulted. Where they made me kneel."
His voice dropped to a low, dangerous tone. "I'm going to start there."
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At the Morrison's Hospital Branch, it was nighttime. Cleaners were moping the halls. Helen, the nurse from before, chatted smugly with a friend.
The door opened and someone stepped in.
The man — in a thunderous black suit — walked towards her as she bid her friend goodbye and turned to give him her attention.
"Hello there, sir! Welcome to Morrison's Hospitals. How can I help you tod—"
Her eyes widened. "It's... y— you..."
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Darren stood up, coat swaying.
"Doing it to their face?" Leonard said. "This really is personal for you. Not that I don't understand."
Darren didn't reply to that.
"By the time this is over," he said, turning to Leonard, "Richard Morrison will be under federal review, half his holdings frozen, and every board member too scared to say his name in public."
Leonard reached out, clasped his forearm. "Let's go get him."