If he choked the supply, the brand would collapse under the weight of unfulfilled orders, triggering catastrophic lawsuits and destroying Zara's reputation globally.
"He's trying to bleed her out," Sophie whispered, the fierce loyalty in her eyes burning hot. "He's using her to get to you."
Ryan didn't shout. He didn't slam his fists against the walnut desk. He went completely, terrifyingly still. The quiet rage radiating off him was heavier than gravity.
"He thinks he can use my assets as leverage," Ryan murmured, his voice dropping into a dark, hypnotic cadence that physically altered the air pressure in the room. "He thinks because he hides behind his wife's firm and offshore money, he is untouchable."
He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his encrypted phone.
"Sophie," Ryan commanded softly. "Call Hayes. I want a full tactical detail dispatched to Hudson Yards. Secure Diana. Bring her here. If she resists, tell her the order came directly from me."
"Yes, boss."
