Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin!-Chapter 169: Olivia’s Retaliation

The room was quiet.

Too quiet.

Amir Singh and Jaxon Daniels stared at the monitor Olivia had turned to face them. Their faces, pale under the cool office lighting, flickered as lines of damning evidence scrolled slowly across the screen.

At first, they couldn't believe what they were seeing because there was no way. There was no way she should have known anything about this.

But it was right there.

Transaction records. Communication logs. Private emails. A draft contract filed under a hidden shell company— one where her name didn't exist.

They stared at themselves, reflected in the glassy surface, caught like animals in a trap.

Jaxon let out a shaky laugh, trying to pierce the tension. "Olivia, what is this?"

Amir followed with a chuckle, just as brittle. "Yeah, come on. Why're we looking at all this? Is this some... test or something?" free𝑤ebnovel.com

Olivia didn't answer. Her hands were clenched at her sides. Her body trembled not from fear, but restraint.

"Is this really how you want to do it? Lie? Pretend?"

She moved slowly, walking to the table between them.

"Come on, Liv. What are you taking ab—"

"Don't lie to me," she said coldly. Her voice was a blade, sharpened.

Jaxon blinked. "Lie to you? Olivia, we would ne—"

"Don't. Lie. To me," she repeated, louder now. "I know everything."

She slammed her palm on the table with a loud smack. Both men flinched.

"You tried to steal my company!" she shouted. "You were planning this from the start!"

Her chest heaved as she gestured to the monitor again. "Dummy companies? Really? We're doing this in 2010? Stealing from your own college mate with dummy holding companies."

She moved her gaze between two of them. "You made it, and you were going to transfer all the IPs to it, quietly. You were going to leave me out and erase me from my own idea."

Jaxon shook his head. "Olivia, I understand that you think this is true but..."

"Just stop lying to me! The entire evidence is right here, you phenomenal moron!"

They both fell shut.

Olivia's eyes burned with passion and emotion. An angry emotion.

"Why? Why would you do this? Because you needed something to fix your own damn companies. That was it? That was what this was about?"

Amir and Jaxon exchanged a glance. Real fear crept into their faces.

Jaxon stepped forward, arms raised in defense. "Okay. Okay. But it wasn't like that. We were going to put your name in the filings later. We just had to move quickly— you know how these things go."

Olivia stared him down.

"You are even more moronic if you expect me to believe that."

Amir chimed in. "Liv, come on. Think about what you're doing. You're angry, sure, we get that. But let's calm down and talk this through. We're the only ones who believe in this dream of yours."

She snapped.

"Don't you dare say that!" she said. Her voice cracked with fury and betrayal. "You believed in what you could gain. Not in me. Not once."

She took a deep breath, grounding herself. Then she looked them dead in the eye.

"I'm cutting you off. From everything."

Their eyes widened.

"Woah. Woah. Woah. Let's all just calm down."

"You can't do that!" Jaxon barked.

Olivia crossed her arms. "I can. And I have. Your names have been removed from the company records. I have revoked access from every file, every contract, every deal we shared. By now, your finance advisors should be calling to confirm the terminations."

The silence that followed was icy.

Amir's face darkened. Then he suddenly raised his hand to hit her, trembling with fury.

Olivia instinctively stepped back, covering her face— but nothing came.

Amir dropped his hands.

She turned and glared at him. "You should have tried it."

Jaxon was already pacing. "You're making a mistake, Olivia! Our money is in this! You can't just erase us!"

"I'll sue you!" Amir threatened.

Olivia smirked bitterly. "You won't. We both know it. A lawsuit is the exact thing your companies can't handle right now. Not when there's this much evidence!"

She turned the monitor again, scrolling to a page titled: "Fraudulent Corporate Transfer Logs."

They stared. Speechless.

"Do you really want me submitting all this?"

No they didn't. Of course not.

And so, like wounded dogs, they started to back away.

Jaxon stopped halfway.

He turned back.

"Who told you?" he snapped. "Huh? Who pointed you to all this? This didn't just happen by luck. We made sure this was well hidden so someone smart must have helped you. So who was it?"

She didn't answer.

His eyes narrowed. "Ah. I see. I see how it is."

"It was him, wasn't it?" he hissed. "That bastard. He never liked us. I know. He must have refused to invest earlier because we were part of the company. You two met up after and made a deal, didn't you?"

Olivia didn't flinch.

"And he was right," she said. "About both of you. So get out."

Their faces twisted with a mixture of rage and defeat.

"This isn't over, Olivia."

"Oh I think it is."

With one last glare, they left.

As the door slammed shut, Olivia collapsed into her chair. Her heart pounded in her chest like a war drum. Her breath came in short bursts.

She was having a panic attack.

Her hands trembled, chest heaving as she tried to coordinate her breathing. She pushed back her hair, fingers tangling in the strands.

Then a memory struck her. It was her parents in their lavish living room, speaking to her.

"You think you can make it without us out there? The business world is cutthroat and brutal. You're a feeble girl, Olivia. Stay home. Enjoy the money we make. You're not cut out for that world."

Still shaking, Olivia reached into her drawer. She pulled out a matte black business card and stared at the words;

Steele Investments.

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The door to Tyler Mooney's office flew open.

Jaxon and Amir barged in, their faces flushed with rage.

Tyler looked up from his desk, startled.

"You want to take down Darren Steele?!" Amir barked.

Jaxon clenched his fists. "We're in."

Tyler leaned forward slowly, his fingers interlacing, and then a cruel, triumphant grin stretched on his face.

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Darren was late to work that morning, but arrived in a tailored navy coat, sunglasses perched atop his sharp face. The glass doors slid open smoothly as he entered the marble lobby.

Rachel greeted him, walking quickly beside him, holding a brown file. "Good morning, sir!"

"Morning, Rachel."

She continued. "You have a lunch meeting with Charles Nelson today. La Villette. One o'clock sharp."

"Good," Darren said. "I'm looking forward to that."

"And you also—"

His phone buzzed. Darren held up a hand. "Give me a moment."

He glanced down, seeing it was an unsaved number.

Having a knowing feeling, Darren picked it up.

"Darren?" Olivia's voice said. "It's Olivia. You were right. About all of it."

Darren stepped into the elevator. "Did you get rid of them?"

"Yes. They're gone. Amir Singh and Jaxon Daniels have nothing to do with my company anymore."

Darren nodded slowly, a handsome smirk tugging at his lips as the elevator doors slid shut.

"Welcome to Steele Investments."