Building a Conglomerate in Another World

Chapter 231: Taking Action Against Conspirator

Matthew Hesh stared at the recording device, his mind racing. The evidence was irrefutable. Bradford, Macias, Carter, and their allies had orchestrated a conspiracy so deep that it threatened the very foundation of Amerathia’s government.

Now, it was time to strike.

Matthew turned to Collins, his Chief of Staff, who stood near the desk, waiting for orders. "Get the Attorney General on the phone. Right now."

Collins gave a sharp nod and stepped toward the telephone on the corner table. Within moments, the line connected. "Sir, it’s urgent. The President needs you now."

Matthew didn’t wait for pleasantries. When Attorney General Daniel Whitaker’ voice came through, Matthew spoke with measured intensity.

"Whitaker, listen carefully. I have undeniable proof that multiple senators, high-ranking military officials, and business leaders have conspired to fabricate a war. I need arrest warrants drafted immediately."

A pause. Then, Whitaker’ voice came through, low and cautious. "Mr. President, are you absolutely certain?"

Matthew clenched his jaw. "Beyond any doubt. I have names, documents, financial transactions, and a recorded confession. Bradford and his circle are orchestrating another false-flag attack to force our hand into war. If we don’t move now, we may be too late to stop it."

There was a beat of silence before Whiteaker responded. "I’ll get the warrants drafted, but this won’t be easy. Many of these men hold significant power in Congress. There will be resistance."

Matthew’s voice hardened. "I don’t care. This ends tonight."

Department of Justice Headquarters

1:30 AM

Attorney General Whitaker moved fast. Within hours, teams of legal experts worked tirelessly, assembling the necessary arrest warrants. The charges were staggering—conspiracy against the government, incitement to war, treason, and corruption.

Agents from the U.S. Marshals and the Bureau of Investigation—Amerathia’s leading law enforcement agencies—were briefed. Some agents hesitated, knowing the weight of the names they were about to take down.

But the orders were clear: these men were traitors.

Once everything was prepared, Whitaker called the White House. "We’re ready."

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The Capitol, Washington D.C.

3:00 AM

The first arrests were swift and efficient.

Senator James Macias was taken from his residence while he was asleep. The marshals entered his home with little resistance, pinning him down before he could even react. His wife screamed as he was dragged from his bed, but the agents didn’t waver.

"You have no idea what you’re doing!" Macias roared as he was forced into the back of a waiting car.

"You have the right to remain silent," the agent read.

Macias struggled, his face red with rage. "Hesh won’t get away with this!"

But no one was listening.

Collins shook his head. "Some. Macias fought back. Carter was calm, but he made it clear this isn’t over. And Bradford... well, he thinks he’s still in control."

Matthew sat back in his chair, his mind racing. "We need to move fast. By morning, the press will be all over this. We have to control the message before Bradford’s allies spin it against us."

Collins hesitated. "There’s something else, sir."

Matthew looked up. "What?"

Collins handed him a telegram. "This came in an hour ago. From our military intelligence office in Veracruz."

Matthew read the short message, his blood running cold.

USS Monroe detected potential explosives onboard. Immediate evacuation underway.

The attack was already in motion.

Veracruz Naval Base, Amerathian Waters

5:30 AM

The USS Monroe sat anchored in the harbor, its deck illuminated by spotlights as sailors scrambled across it. Naval investigators had discovered a suspicious cargo hold, and now the entire crew was being evacuated.

Captain Trebor stood on the bridge, gripping the radio. "This is Captain Reynolds of the USS Monroe. We’ve located several unregistered cargo crates in the lower decks. Possible explosives. Request immediate bomb disposal unit on-site."

A voice crackled through the radio. "Understood, Captain. Extraction team en route."

Trebor exhaled. If they had been even a few hours late, the ship—and every man on board—would have been gone.

The White House, Washington D.C.

6:00 AM

Collins rushed into the Oval Office, breathless. "Sir, we just got confirmation. The Monroe was rigged with explosives. We caught it in time."

Matthew let out a slow breath. They had stopped the final piece of Bradford’s war machine.

Now, there was only one thing left to do.

He turned to Collins. "Call a press conference. Today."

Collins blinked. "You’re going public?"

Matthew’s eyes burned with determination. "Amerathia deserves the truth. And I’m going to give it to them."

Later that day...

The nation would awaken to the biggest scandal in Amerathian history.

The headlines would scream of treason.

And William Bradford, once the most powerful man in Washington, would sit in a prison cell, watching as everything he built collapsed around him.