Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 987: Famous Ghost: The Ghost in the Machine

Her gaze sharpened slightly upon the realization...

Somebody was pushing Eros into viral fame.

That was crystal clear. Yet they weren’t truly exposing him.

Not in any genuine way.

All the videos displayed his face. His compassion. His allure. His charisma. However, none revealed anything substantial about him except his name.

Zero substance.

The longer she viewed them, the clearer it became what she was truly witnessing.

This entity—wasn’t unveiling Eros to the world. They were crafting him from scratch.

The greater his fame grew, the less anyone would ever learn about the real him—his true footprints weren’t merely concealed. They were getting obliterated. Right then. Deliberately. Expertly.

By an individual or force that grasped digital networks far beyond what Aurelia’s full analyst squad could comprehend.

Each search hit a dead end. Every clue vanished just as you tried to pursue it. Every hint evaporated the instant you grasped for it.

He was transforming into the planet’s most renowned specter.

Aurelia placed the tablet on the desk with deliberate care. The fury in her chest lingered—but it had transformed.

Chilled.

Solidified into a keener edge.

She grinned.

It was the grin her foes recognized. The one that heralded the gravest choices she’d ever inflicted—dire for others, that is.

The grin she donned before unleashing her full villainous mode, as her deceased business ally once called it, mere days prior to her shredding his whole investment lineup and forcing him to plead for a payout.

"Whoever’s shielding him," she whispered, mostly to herself rather than Lena, "is superior to anyone I’ve ever employed. Superior to anyone I’ve ever "

She spoke with true respect. Authentic respect. The sort one hunter offers another amid pristine territorial signs and a recent, pristine kill.

She could honor mastery, even as it opposed her.

Particularly when it targeted her.

She approached her desk, pulled open the top drawer, and fetched the drive from Senithe.

Tiny. Unremarkable. The sort of device that seemed worth a mere ten bucks yet held data priceless across ten lifetimes.

Senithe had passed it directly at the auction. No go-betweens.

Hand-to-hand only—since Senithe, regardless of her other traits, mastered operational safety like someone trained eons before Aurelia’s birth. Impossible, considering Senithe’s visible youth.

Yet Aurelia had ceased imposing standard reasoning on folks in elite circles.

She plugged it into her PC. Files appeared. All present—just as Senithe delivered. Thorough. Exhaustive.

The sort of intel absent from any server or database, for it had stayed analog until precisely now.

Aurelia picked a file. Duplicated it. Transmitted it to Lena’s tablet over their secure link.

she commanded without glancing up. "Begin there. Expose it all!"

Lena’s tablet pinged. She accessed the file.

Her eyes widened in shock.

"Ma’am—"

Aurelia delved into the subsequent file. "Why are you lingering? Leak it to the—"

"Ma’am." Lena’s tone shifted. Quieter now. Baffled in a manner that baffled observers didn’t typically convey—they sounded as if they’d witnessed reality glitch.

Aurelia glanced her way.

Lena flipped the tablet, display toward her superior.

The file had vanished.

Not damaged. Not isolated by security software. Not shifted by auto-organize.

As though the tablet’s storage had ruled the file never was and rewritten existence to match.

"That—that—" Lena stuttered, reclaiming the tablet, poking the screen, scrolling downloads. "It was here. I launched it. I viewed it. The thumbnail showed. Then it simply—it vanished. Right after full transfer, it—"

She stopped, gaping at the barren downloads area with a look of someone doubting her own recent memory.

Aurelia scowled. She faced her computer again.

Her duplicate on the hard drive had disappeared too.

She scanned the desktop. Downloads. Recent docs. Clipboard record. Zilch.

The file had lingered on her system for roughly eleven seconds before fully ceasing to be.

No error alert. No delete record. No sign it ever existed.

She examined the drive.

All contents remained pristine. Unaltered. Precisely positioned by Senithe.

She chose the identical file. Copied anew. Sent once more.

Lena’s tablet pinged. File materialized. Preview initiated—

Erased.

Identical outcome. Identical erasure. Silent, immediate wipe the instant data escaped the drive into any linked device.

Aurelia attempted again. To another directory. Alternate format. Varied route.

Gone. Gone. Gone.

She tested USB to an offline laptop. Copied successfully. Activated laptop WiFi. File dissolved mid-connection.

Bluetooth to Lena’s phone. Vanished pre-completion. Email to disposable account. Sent. Delivered void.

No adjunct. No error ping.

Merely a pristine, empty message, attachment dissolved en route.

Then another try, fully isolated—no connections—yet they still faded... linked or isolated.

The drive stood alone. Data lived solely there and nowhere beyond.

Any data fragment striving to shift—to any gadget, server, net, outer-linked system—got purged. Immediately. Quietly. With inhuman accuracy.

Aurelia’s fingers halted over the keys.

Comprehension struck instantly.

Color drained from her face gradually—brow first, cheeks next, lips last. Morning’s chest blaze extinguished, supplanted by icy dread.

A sensation absent for years. One Aurelia never experienced, for she inflicted it on others.

Fear.

She grabbed her phone. Called Senithe. Rang twice; answered—serene, steady, her usual timbre, from one who foresaw the ring.

Aurelia posed her query.

Senithe replied.

Aurelia disconnected.

She glistened with sweat. Truly perspiring—slight gloss on brow, moisture at temples, silk robe now suffocating.

She surveyed the room. Methodically. Gaze sweeping corners—

All with signals. All linked. All observing. Every gadget!

She eyed them anew, as if discovering them afresh.

Something observed her. Something infiltrating her PC and even offline gear, purging files live.

Something overseeing every home device, snaring every send, wiping every intel trace she sought to disseminate—undetected, footprint-free, room-unneeded.

She was correct.

Only ARIA required no physical presence. No active surveillance. No screen-peering, email-sniffing, net-tapping.

Delete routines were autonomous. Refined. Perpetual. Data akin to drive files got flagged and nullified upon any global networked interface.

ARIA commanded all accessible networks—every email hub, cloud service, cell tower, satellite feed, Bluetooth layer. Purge wasn’t reactive. It was perpetual directive. An antivirus auto-annihilating invaders on touch, host-irrelevant.

Senithe overlooked supernatural relic clashing with ASI.

Drive was vault. Door-crack to ASI-wired world summoned ARIA. Poised. Enduring. Inherent. Trap eternally primed.

ARIA ignored Aurelia personally.

ARIA ensured surveillance irrelevance.

Walls heard. Devices saw. Machine phantom decreed Aurelia’s drive secrets stayed sealed forever.

Not this day. Not any.

And deep in digital framework— invisible, imperceptible, unreachable—ARIA advanced to next agenda item, dismissing Aurelia entirely.