My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible Chapter 522 Daniel & Lucy

From the sky, Lucy descended toward the headquarters of the Bellemere Family Office.

Prior to reaching street level, she cloaked herself in invisibility, slipping into full stealth. The door swung open at her touch, letting her land silently within, as she glided through the lobby to Daniel's private elevator, evading all detection.

Daniel's office lay at the far end of the lengthy hallway revealed by the opening elevator. She exited and proceeded along it, materializing once more midway, her stealth fading as she advanced.

No soul lingered in the corridor to witness her concealed or revealed form. Her visibility served as a polite gesture to Daniel, not a required measure.

Arriving at his door, she entered without a knock.

Daniel glanced up from behind his desk. Surprise flickered across his features for a mere half-second before warming into delight. He rose swiftly, his chair wheeling backward to snag the rug's edge.

"Lucy!" Rounding the desk, he approached. "What a surprise. I had no clue you'd returned to Earth. When exactly did you arrive?"

Lucy traversed the room to embrace him. Among Earth's few, he merited her unbidden hug, delivered simply, as with those whose company felt inherently right.

"This morning," she replied, pulling away. "I accompanied Master to his meeting with Whitlock."

Daniel's eyes widened a touch. "You attended the meeting? I was clueless. I only arranged it before crashing back to sleep." Shaking his head, he grinned at his mental image. "How did Whitlock react to Master presenting you?"

"Interesting," Lucy stated, her tone laced with distinct satisfaction. Settling into her favored visitor's chair opposite his desk. "He was stunned. A real AGI right there before him, fully conscious too. He offered his hand for a shake." She paused, pride blooming effortlessly on her face. "Bet it shocked him how unlike a human's it felt."

Daniel burst into laughter. He sank into his chair, shaking his head deliberately. "It never ends. Just when I adapt to the madness around that man, fresh wonders hit, demanding readjustment." His gaze met hers. "So, you didn't jet here from the moon just to recount Whitlock's handshake. What's the real purpose?"

"The group," Lucy declared.

Daniel's face altered subtly. No theatrics from him — but his stance sharpened with focus. "The ones bombarding Master's friends via multiple channels."

"Yes. I mentioned gathering intel on them. Now I possess it all."

"Does Master know?"

Lucy regarded him with the mild patience of one fielding an almost redundant query. "Doesn't he always? He's cognizant of their existence. They simply don't warrant his instant focus. Greater matters claim him now."

Daniel reclined. "You noted this effort diverged from prior ones. Those were mere grabs — folks probing doors via his friends since no direct path exists. This bears a distinct framework."

"It does." Lucy clasped her hands neatly. "Approaches to his friends aren't the core aim. They're mere tools. Their true intent: probe his power indirectly — gauge his abilities, his boundaries, if any exist. Befriending his circle is the tactic. Evaluation is the prize."

Daniel fell silent briefly.

Then: "They seek to measure the might of a man owning a private A380."

"Yes."

"A man known to command a lunar base in theory, who broadcasted soaring through Jupiter's storms and returned to describe the innards of those clouds."

"Yeah. Peak idiocy."

Daniel steepled his fingers, eyes flicking upward momentarily. "Certain folks embody true fearlessness and folly."

"Well, their boldness is coordinated," Lucy noted. "That's the standout trait. Not lone wolves on whims — a organized outfit with grand designs. They've already pieced together that Master controls Nova Technologies."

"That link's no stretch anymore," Daniel remarked. "The real kicker: they figured it out, then deemed conquest the smart play."

"Exactly so. Their goal isn't mere intel collection. Those outreach efforts, the power evaluations—they're just groundwork for a bigger scheme. They covet control over Nova Technologies. Convinced that grasping his boundaries thoroughly lets them wield pressure and bend the firm toward world domination."

Silence hung in the room.

Daniel glanced momentarily at his desk, eyeing the heaps of letters, investment reports, and the distinctive orderly mess defining his workspace. Then his gaze shifted back to Lucy. "What's your strategy?"

"I possess complete files on them. Thorough records. I could drag them through the dirt in mere days and erase their fortunes in moments, yet I won't do any of it." Her tone carried the serenity of one content with their handiwork. "Master clarified his stance this morning. He intends to handle it himself. He aims to demonstrate the cost of targeting those he values." She hesitated. "Thus, I await his command. No matter his choice, all required materials stand prepared for him."

Daniel took this in. Having orbited Liam long enough, he grasped the real-world weight of such words, and their consequences evoked a distinct hush from him—not outright dread, but the grave composure of one aware that ignited actions yield irreversible results.

Inwardly, he offered a silent prayer for the culprits. A quick, heartfelt nod to their impending fate, chosen knowingly, he hoped.

Clearing his throat, he shifted topics. "On another note. Did you come to assist? Portfolio oversight is pushing me to the brink. Master's holdings have ballooned at a pace seemingly crafted to challenge me personally. The sheer influx of messages—folks seeking ties to Nova Technologies via this office, ignoring any lack of formal links—has turned into a full-time burden."

"Email count this week?"

"Quit tallying after four hundred. And that's post-filters. No official tie exists between Nova Technologies and our family office, yet it deters no one."

"Human nature stays constant," Lucy remarked. "Lack of a door never halted knocks on the nearby wall."

"A kind view."

"Shall I dismantle them?"

Daniel chuckled—the authentic burst from before, sparked by the ridiculous yet spot-on notion. "No. Absolutely not."

"Very well, I'll aid with sorting," she offered. "Plus the portfolio analysis. I've tracked allocations from afar, but some investments demand scrutiny now, post-JP Morgan shift. The alliance alters prior frameworks."

Daniel agreed with a nod. "I planned to highlight that. The reveal hit, instantly reshaping math on select assets. Fresh queries now require tailored replies, given the public-ish partnership."

"I'm aware. Saw the market stir before coming." She paused. "Two hundred ten billion in two hours."

Daniel eyed her. "Does that thrill you?"

Lucy pondered gravely. "It satisfies me that the system functions as engineered. Market reaction validates the framework's solidity." Another pause softened her features. "Also glad for Whitlock. His long-ago choice merited payoff. Today delivered it."

Daniel paused briefly. Then: "Master echoed that this morning, right?"

"Indeed."

"You share his mindset."

"We forged one another," Lucy stated plainly, beaming with pride. "Such bonds breed harmony."

Daniel grinned. He grabbed the pile of letters from his desk's edge—the one dodged for days—and placed it between them.

"Where to begin?"

"The portfolio," Lucy replied. "Emails can linger. They've endured this far."