Rebirth: My Reclusive Husband Helps Me Get Revenge!-Chapter 108

"We’re still investigating, but the main competitor in this region is Han International. They’ve been trying to edge into our market for years. If we falter, they’ll step in to fill the gap."

Another player added to the list.

Mo Ran tapped his fingers against the desk, his mind moving rapidly. The attacks were coming from different angles, but they all had a common goal—to weaken Mo Corporation, to make him scramble, to make him react.

But they had underestimated him.

He didn’t react. He crushed.

"Call our legal and compliance teams," he ordered. "I want them at customs within the hour, pressing every official until they have no choice but to clear the shipment. If we need to, we’ll escalate this to international trade regulators."

"Understood, sir!" Zhang quickly jotted notes before hesitating. "And if that doesn’t work?"

Mo Ran’s eyes darkened. "Then we find out who’s taking bribes, and we make sure their career ends before the month is over."

Zhang straightened, his tension easing slightly—there was always reassurance in knowing that Mo Ran never lost a fight. "I’ll take care of it immediately."

As soon as Zhang left, Mo Ran checked his watch. It wasn’t even noon yet, and the day had already turned into a battlefield.

The intercom buzzed again, and Mo Ran exhaled slowly, his patience dangerously thin. If this was yet another crisis, he was going to start questioning whether he had unknowingly stepped on some ancient deity’s tail.

His secretary’s hesitant voice crackled through the speaker. "President Mo... the finance department needs you immediately. There’s an urgent issue with the overseas accounts."

Mo Ran stilled. Finance?

His fingers tapped against the desk, his mind already calculating possibilities. He had been handling corporate warfare all morning, but now something was hitting his financial sector?

"I’ll be there in five minutes."

With sharp efficiency, he rose to his feet, buttoned his suit jacket, and strode out of his office. Employees straightened instinctively as he passed, the weight of his presence enough to make even the most seasoned executives tense.

When he entered the finance department, the usual orderliness was replaced by barely restrained chaos. A group of senior financial officers and accountants stood huddled around a large screen displaying figures and reports.

Liu Zhen, the CFO, turned the moment he spotted Mo Ran. The older man’s expression was grave. "President Mo, there’s been a major discrepancy in our offshore funds."

Mo Ran’s gaze sharpened. "Explain."

Liu Zhen gestured to the screen. "A routine audit flagged irregularities in our Hong Kong and Singapore accounts. We initially thought it was a reporting error, but after closer inspection, it appears someone has been shifting funds—large sums—under falsified transaction codes."

Mo Ran’s jaw tightened. "How much?"

Liu Zhen hesitated before answering, "Around 800 million yuan."

A deadly silence fell over the room.

Mo Ran’s expression didn’t change, but the temperature in the office seemed to drop.

"That’s not an irregularity," he said, voice dangerously soft. "That’s theft."

Liu Zhen nodded grimly. "And it’s been happening for months. The transactions were small at first, hidden within larger movements of capital. Whoever did this knew our system well. They knew exactly how to avoid detection."

A traitor, then.

Mo Ran’s fingers curled slightly. His company was fortified against external threats, but for someone to manipulate internal financial systems so flawlessly...

His gaze flicked to the audit team. "Have you traced the transactions?"

A junior analyst swallowed nervously. "Some. The money has been funneled through multiple shell companies before vanishing into private accounts overseas."

Mo Ran’s mind moved rapidly. This wasn’t a simple case of embezzlement. Someone was siphoning money, hiding it with a level of expertise that suggested experience.

Liu Zhen’s voice was low. "President Mo, I suspect whoever is behind this isn’t working alone."

Of course they weren’t.

Mo Ran’s voice was like ice. "Freeze all affected accounts immediately. I want the legal team to prepare fraud investigations, and compliance to conduct a full forensic audit on every executive with financial access."

Liu Zhen nodded. "Understood."

Mo Ran turned to his assistant, who had been standing at the side, pale-faced. "Contact our cybersecurity team. I want every digital footprint analyzed. If this was internal, there’s a trail."

His assistant nodded hurriedly and rushed out to make the call.

Mo Ran’s eyes scanned the reports again, his mind sorting through possibilities. Someone had been moving carefully, strategically, but they had made one mistake—thinking he wouldn’t find out.

They would regret it.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. Another crisis? He glanced at the caller ID. It was from his legal advisor, Zhang Wei.

"What?" he answered curtly.

Zhang Wei’s voice was tense. "President Mo, we have a serious problem. A lawsuit just landed on our desk."

Mo Ran closed his eyes for a brief second. Was today cursed?

"What lawsuit?"

"It’s from Han International."

Mo Ran’s fingers tightened around the phone. "On what grounds?"

"They’re accusing us of intellectual property theft."

The room fell into another heavy silence. Several finance officers exchanged uneasy glances, but no one dared to speak.

Mo Ran let out a slow, controlled breath. "They’re suing us for theft?"

"Yes," Zhang Wei said bitterly. "They claim we stole proprietary designs from their research division. They’re demanding compensation and an injunction against our upcoming product launch."

Mo Ran’s grip on his phone was like steel. "How much?"

"Over two billion yuan."

A quiet, deadly rage settled into Mo Ran’s expression.

It was an attack. A coordinated, well-planned strike meant to disrupt multiple sectors of his empire at once.

First, supply chains. Then, financial instability. Now, legal warfare.

Someone wanted him occupied, weakened.

But they had made one fatal miscalculation—thinking he would crumble.

Mo Ran turned back to Liu Zhen. "Continue the investigation. I want a full report by the end of the day."

Then, to Zhang Wei: "Counter-sue."

Zhang Wei hesitated. "Sir, they have documents—"

"Fabricated," Mo Ran cut him off. "Han International doesn’t have the expertise to create anything worth stealing, much less anything we would need to steal. They planted evidence. Dig into their past records. Find discrepancies, legal inconsistencies, anything that will rip apart their credibility in court."

"Yes, sir!" Zhang Wei said immediately.

Mo Ran ended the call and pressed his fingers against his temple. He wasn’t just fighting one enemy. Multiple hands were working behind the scenes, trying to wear him down.

Just as he was about to take a brief moment to gather his thoughts, his phone vibrated again.

Another call.

Mo Ran exhaled sharply, his patience thinning by the second. He glanced at the screen. This time, it was from his head of public relations, Qiao Heng.

He answered immediately. "Speak."

"President Mo, there’s—there’s a major issue with the media." Qiao Heng’s voice was tight, as if barely containing his panic. "A scandal just broke out involving our company."

Mo Ran’s fingers tightened around his phone. "What kind of scandal?"

"A whistleblower has come forward, claiming that Mo Corporation has been engaging in unethical business practices—bribery, labor exploitation, insider trading. It’s all over the internet. Several major news outlets have already picked it up. The articles are spreading like wildfire."

Mo Ran’s jaw locked. The timing was too perfect.

"Who is the whistleblower?"

Qiao Heng hesitated. "An anonymous source, but they’re claiming to have internal documents proving their claims. We’re working on verifying their authenticity, but the damage is already spreading. Social media is in an uproar, and our stock price has started to dip."

Mo Ran closed his eyes for a brief moment before opening them, his gaze icy cold.

"Find out who is behind this. I want names. I want proof. And I want it within the hour."

"Yes, sir!" Qiao Heng affirmed, before quickly adding, "Should we issue a public statement?"

Mo Ran considered it for a second.

"Not yet. Let them make noise. The louder they shout, the harder they’ll fall when we expose the truth. But prepare a counter-statement—something airtight. I want it ready the moment we get evidence of fabrication."

"Understood."

Mo Ran ended the call and tossed his phone onto his desk, his fingers pressing into his temples.

Customs, financial theft, a lawsuit, and now a full-blown PR crisis?

If there was any doubt before, it was gone now.

Someone was orchestrating this.

This wasn’t just a bad day. This was an all-out attack.

And whoever was behind it had no idea who they were playing with.