They Made Me Run On a Broken Leg. Don Had My Back Chapter 08

They Made Me Run On a Broken Leg. Don Had My Back Chapter 08

Santino’s face went pale. 

He pointed at me and screamed. 

“Security! Throw her out! She’s a corporate spy!” 

The security guards were blocked by Matteo’s 

men. Couldn’t move. 

The screen on stage flickered. Switched to 

surveillance footage. 

In it, Santino threw the tracker at me. 

Elena laughed on the side. 

I crawled on the ground with a broken leg. 

Then the footage shifted to the mountain road in 

the storm. 

Santino stepped on my leg. His arrogant voice came through the speakers. 

“I set that fire! I burned the research logs myself!” 

The hall went dead silent. 

Reporters reacted. Flashbulbs went wild. 

Santino lunged for the control panel to pull the 

power. 

Matteo’s bodyguards pinned him to the table. 

Elena tried to run. Two female officers blocked 

her. 

I walked onto the stage. Looked at Santino. 

“The show’s just starting.” 

The intellectual property expert took the stage. 

“Upon review, the core patents filed by Voyage 

Tech belong entirely to Ms. Sable.” 

“Mr. Santino signed a patent waiver three days 

ago.” 

The big screen showed the notarized agreement. 

The SEC representative read the order. 

“Voyage Tech is suspected of fraudulent listing.” 

“Effective immediately, IPO terminated. All 

accounts frozen.” 

Investors erupted. Threw their signs on the floor. Demanded refunds. 

Santino shouted from the table. 

“Sable! I have a hundred million in inventory! 

Hospitals have placed orders!” 

“I can still turn this around!” 

I pulled out my phone. Pressed the red button. 

“The flaw you stole, I added a lock.” 

“Without my master key, the system 

auto–terminates.” 

On cue, several hospital directors rushed in. 

Slammed error reports in front of Santino. 

“Twelve robots crashed! System says 

unauthorized!” 

“We’re terminating our contracts and suing for two 

hundred million!” 

More lawsuits poured in. 

Voyage Tech’s debt exceeded one and a half 

billion. 

Santino collapsed on the floor, shaking. 

Elena grabbed her bag in the chaos. Bolted out the 

back door. 

Noon. Airport departure hall. 

Elena pushed two suitcases, frantic, heading for 

security. 

Inside: eight million in cash and gold, moved from 

the company. 

A shout behind her. 

“Elena! Leave the money!” 

Santino broke through the cordon. Grabbed the 

suitcase. 

“That’s my last money! You liar! Company goes down and you run!” 

Elena kicked him. 

“Give me the money!” 

“Those paintings were all copied from Sable! 

You’re a thief too!” 

Santino held on. They wrestled. 

Jewelry and cash scattered across the floor. 

Two officers stepped in. Handcuffed both. 

“You’re under arrest for commercial fraud and 

assault.” 

Interrogation room. Elena in cuffs, sobbing. 

“Officer! Santino made me do everything! I don’t know anything!” 

The officer put the file in front of her. 

Receipts for industrial lubricant. Art plagiarism 

reports. Video from the scene. 

All there. 

“Evidence is conclusive. We don’t need a 

confession.” 

One month later. Court verdict. 

Elena: intentional injury, copyright infringement. 

Six years. 

Gallery and assets seized. 

Elena collapsed on the spot. 

Three months later. Voyage Tech bankruptcy 

liquidation complete. 

Santino’s villa, cars–all auctioned. Credit 

blacklisted. 

Late autumn afternoon. Outside the Ferrara Tower. 

A new sign on top: Sable Medical Tech Group. 

Santino in a torn jacket, crouched by the 

flowerbed. 

He saw the Rolls–Royce stop. Rushed over. Knelt 

and kowtowed. 

“Sable! I was wrong! Please, for five years. 

together, save me!” 

“I owe over a billion! Just a little money from you 

would save my life!” 

I stepped out of the car. 

I Looked at the man on the ground. 

“Santino. Five years.” 

“It ended the moment you tore up that agreement.” 

“Where you are now–you did this to yourself.”