The seventy-five-million-dollar capital injection into Osei Maison didn't just scale the fashion brand; it detonated it.
Over the next four weeks, Zara was a blur of aggressive, international momentum.
She acquired prime commercial real estate in Mayfair and Le Marais, paying cash to bypass the agonizingly slow European commercial closing windows.
She absorbed three independent, highly regarded textile mills in Northern Italy, vertically integrating her supply chain with the same ruthless efficiency Diana had used to capture the maritime shipping routes.
Ryan watched her operate from the forty-second floor, a dark, proprietary satisfaction humming in his blood.
He didn't micromanage her. He didn't demand oversight. He had handed her the capital and stepped back, letting the apex predator of the runway dismantle the legacy fashion houses on her own terms.
Meanwhile, inside the glass fortress of Rebuild Tech, the Warlord Protocol remained entirely, terrifyingly dormant.
