I’m the contracted bride of the billionaire

Chapter 68: Corporate TakeoverThis text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

As Philip and his team worked over the insight they had gathered from the outsider fortification, the opposing base pulsed with activity.

Despite the anarchy of their escape and the unresolved doubts regarding Amelia, they were able to recover vital information. Dr. Reeves said, “Mr. Waller, you really want to see this,” his voice taut with sincerity.

Philip headed over to the scientist’s workstation, where the screen was flashing figures and charts. From first look, they seemed to be normal stock prices and market movements.

As Philip approached, though, he sensed something strange about the patterns. Doctor, what am I looking at? He inquired, wrinkling his brow. Dr. Reeves highlighted a set of data spikes. “These are financial transactions between major worldwide corporations.

We have been tracking them as a component of our work in line with the outsider influence. Have a peek at this trend. As Philip gazed at the TV, he felt a cold slink down his spine.

The interactions created a complex web that suggested the mathematical ideas they had discovered in outsider designs. Philip exhaled, the consequences hitting him like a blow to the body. “They are penetrating the world economy.” Joined them was Grizzled Amanda. “It transcends the state of the economy. Similar patterns show in government communications, military activities, even social media trends.

The outsider knowledge is expanding its rings into every sphere of human civilization. Philip’s psyche collapsed. If the aliens were seizing control of significant establishments, the work of the resistance had just become immensely more challenging. In any event, he realized when he thought about their best line of action an admission.

Turning now to his staff, he continued, “Waller Communications.” Among the biggest telephones firms in the world is this one. Should the outsiders be trying to regulate global communications…” He had no need to complete what he was considering. Everyone nodded in unison.

For outsider invasion, waller interchanges would be the perfect target. “We want to go back to the organization base camp,” Philip said. “If we can protect our networks, we might be able to slow down their acquisition and give ourselves some time.” As the Waller Communications team set out for Philadelphia, the epicentre of the first alien incursion, Philip gave orders.

Their drawn-in to Amelia’s sketchbook was the mysterious note from past, “Find me in the space between reality.” As they approached it, they noticed that the whole construction was producing a low-level energy field to hide something. With access codes Philip thought were still current, they entered the primary server room, the center of Waller Communications. Combining alien symbols with human words, he had never seen an interface like this. Philip battled to understand how the extraterrestrial influence had changed information processing and presentation itself.

A shudder ran down his spine as they probed more into the framework. On the screens, the creature that had taken her shape welcomed Philip and said she wanted to change the world.

She told Philip that now Waller Communications was the nerve center for the next phase of human evolution. Though Philip was pulled toward the alien presence, he kept thinking of Amelia and the sketchbook note she had penned. He was unaware of the more going on here.

He decided to call off this right away, and Dr. Reeves gestured-previously handling a substandard device. If they could overload the main servers, their network could be disrupted long enough for them to flee and warn others.

Rushing to destroy the alien-infused systems, the doors to the server room started to buckle. Unexpected happened as the system started to fail. The moving and changing outsider pictures on the screen started to shape an example he found from Amelia’s sketchbook.

There was a note: “Philip, don’t run. List. Philip paused, wondering whether this was one more ploy or, alternatively, in case Amelia some way or another came upon him via the external company. Before he could decide, the doors opened and a torrent of changed employees came into the room, their eyes shining with an otherworldly brightness. At the same time, the over-burden peaked and energy surged through the servers creating a bright flash.

Philip experienced an odd feeling as though reality itself was whirling around him. Before the world turned white, Amelia’s face-not on a screen but rather somehow real in the room with him-was the last thing he saw. Philip felt himself somewhere else, displaced by a whirling vortex of data and energy, at the moment the light blurred. But Amelia’s voice cried out, quite distinctively.

Older, wiser, and flavored with an odd but known trait. He turned and saw her floating in the data stream, something donning her shape. “Amelia, Where exactly is this? What’s going on?” The thing resembling Amelia sadly grinned. “Philip, this is the emptiness separating reality. Where your reality meets theirs.

Furthermore, it is where you will learn the truth about me, the invasion, and the course of humanity going forward. As Philip worked to understand this, he observed other people around him. As shadows of known faces, his father, Cambel, and even himself showed and vanished. “The corporate takeover, the alien invasion… it’s all part of something much bigger,” Amelia said later. “A magnificent game with stakes more than you could possibly see. And you, Philip, are really important.

Philip’s psyche went crazy. Arriving at halt an outsider infiltration, he had come to preserve his company and maybe the planet. But hung in this unfathomable space, he came to see that the truth was far more complex and terrible than he had ever dreamed. ” What should I do?” He asked hardly audible in the whirlpool of data. Amelia’s voice grew far off as her framework began to fade. “Know. Change. Development.

You are reading the distance separating us from them wrong. Search for the equilibrium, Philip. Saving the two universes is best done this manner. Philip sensed reality moving once her words echoed around him. He felt as though he would fall when the information vortex collapsed. Surrounded by his shocked staff, he was back in the server room and gasped.

The altered delegates lay inert on the floor, the outsider tech dull and torpid. “Mr. Waller?!” Amanda’s anxious voice broke through his perplexity. “Are you ok? There you… you quickly disappeared. Philip looked around and his head was still whirling from what he had just gone through.

The server room seemed regular without any hint of the alien metamorphosis. But he knew appearances may be misleading. His voice hoarse, he replied, “We really want to go”. “Be that as it may, not quite back to the opposition base.

We have to go somewhere else. Philip’s hand swept across Amelia’s sketchbook as they left the building. He felt a warmth emanating from it and understood their process was not even near completed. The corporate takeover had lately started recently.

The true struggle for the fate of mankind and maybe reality itself was about to begin. Philip stood at a crossroads and felt the weight of both worlds squarely on his shoulders.