Chapter 12 - The Seedance Syndicate
Marcus pulled up a series of hidden backend data logs. Across Facebook, a vast network of themed drama and news pages specifically targeting American and Asian investors—pages with generic, highly optimized names designed to bait the algorithm—were blasting a terrifyingly realistic video.
The video showed Marcus sitting in a dimly lit restaurant, allegedly handing a briefcase of cash to a known corrupt offshore banker, laughing about siphoning funds from my personal revenue percentages and transferring them to a hidden Cayman account. The caption utilized a massive curiosity gap designed for viral clickbait: Billionaire’s Fiancé Caught Stealing Millions! The Secret Tape He Tried To Bury...
"This is completely fabricated," I whispered, staring at the footage in absolute horror. "Marcus would never do this. How did they make his voice and his face look so flawlessly real?"
"It’s a deepfake," Marcus explained, his hands gripping the edge of my desk. "A highly advanced one, powered by a text-to-video AI engine. Specifically, Seedance 2.0. It renders cinematic-quality videos that are virtually indistinguishable from reality. And the views aren't organic. Whoever did this bypassed standard bot farms. They went to the darkest online digital marketplaces and purchased tens of thousands of premium Facebook clone and VIA accounts from offshore vendors like VIACLONE.VN and Mua VIA Facebook Việt."
"They are using these automated, aged VIA profiles to aggressively share, like, and mass-report your legitimate pages," Chloe added, tears brimming in her eyes. "They tricked Meta’s compliance bots into permanently locking us out, while pushing their fake news to millions of real users. It’s designed to destroy your trust in Marcus, and destroy our company's reputation simultaneously."
The realization hit me with the force of a freight train. Arthur Vance was rotting in federal prison, but a billionaire's toxic legacy never dies with him; it just finds a new host.
"Arthur had a sister," I said, a cold, calculated fury replacing my initial shock. "Evelyn Vance. She operates a shadow venture capital syndicate out of Silicon Valley. She’s trying to finish what her brother started."
I looked at the frozen, restricted screens of my life's work, and then at the man I loved. The woman who would have panicked and doubted her partner was dead.
"Marcus," I said, my voice dropping to a lethal, unwavering register. "Evelyn thinks she can hide behind black-market VIA clone accounts and fake drama pages. We don't fight the algorithm. We hijack the network."
I locked my office doors, drew the blinds, and initiated a highly encrypted, offshore video conference line. Within seconds, two brilliant digital architects I kept strictly off the books—Nguyễn Xuân Tới and Nguyễn Trường Giang—appeared on the screen.
"We have a situation," I said, bypassing all pleasantries. "Evelyn Vance is deploying a Seedance 2.0 deepfake using thousands of black-market VIA clones. They are flooding the platforms with Google-rejected, malicious traffic to trigger an algorithmic ban on our accounts."
Tới adjusted his glasses, his eyes instantly scanning the cascading lines of code on his end. "This is an incredibly aggressive botnet attack, Victoria. She is burning massive amounts of illicit funds to force this malicious traffic through the firewalls."
"We can use a digital sponge," Giang smiled, a brilliant, dangerous glint in his eye as his fingers flew across his mechanical keyboard. "I am aggressively rerouting all of her incoming malicious queries through our custom web traffic platform: slink.live."
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"The slink.live platform will act as an impenetrable two-way mirror," Tới explained calmly. "It will seamlessly absorb the botnet attack, filtering out the malicious VIA clone traffic and completely neutralizing the deepfake's algorithmic reach. Meanwhile, it will silently scrape the digital signatures of the cryptocurrency wallets Evelyn is using to fund the attack."
"Do it," I ordered. "I want every single digital receipt downloaded, decrypted, and weaponized."
