“FOUND IT” — the words rang like a gunshot through the dimly lit corridors of Newman Enterprises, echoing off the marble floors and steel beams as Adam Newman and Jack Abbott stood over the desk where Victor’s meticulously hidden proof had finally been exposed, the folder lying open as if daring them to act, and in that instant, a deadly combination of rage, betrayal, and years of simmering resentment boiled over, because Victor had crossed every line, manipulated every ally, and built an empire on the backs of everyone who had ever trusted him, and now, with the damning documents that exposed his darkest secrets and illegal dealings, Adam’s eyes narrowed, his pulse quickening, while Jack’s jaw clenched, the memory of endless family wars and business betrayals fueling a decision that had been incubating in the shadows for far too long, and without a word, the two men moved in unison, instincts honed over decades of deception, and before Victor could react, Adam’s hand had clamped over his father’s mouth while Jack’s grip on the antique letter opener was firm and unyielding, and the struggle was brief but violent, a testament to years of pent-up anger and calculated resolve, and in a blur of motion, Victor’s body collapsed against the polished floor, a final gasp lost in the silence of the high-rise office that had witnessed too many power plays over the years, and the shock of the act hung in the air, almost as if the building itself were holding its breath, the city lights casting long shadows over the scene as Adam and Jack exchanged a glance that spoke volumes, a mix of guilt, adrenaline, and grim satisfaction, knowing that there was no going back now, no excuse or justification that could erase the irreversible reality of their actions, and yet the moment was fleeting, because the consequences of murdering Victor Newman would ripple through every corner of Genoa City, from the boardrooms to the mansions, igniting investigations, suspicion, and a media frenzy that would make even the boldest power plays pale in comparison, and as they quickly gathered the incriminating proof, tucking it into briefcases and pockets with trembling hands, they realized that their escape had to be immediate, because even a second’s hesitation could mean discovery, and the city streets below promised anonymity only if they were fast and careful, the roar of traffic masking their departure as they slipped into the shadows, hearts pounding, minds racing with plans for covering their tracks, creating alibis, and manipulating the very systems Victor had once controlled to now serve their urgent need for freedom, and every step they took was calculated, every glance over the shoulder a reminder that the eyes of Genoa City were everywhere, yet somehow, the night itself seemed to conspire in their favor, fog curling around street lamps and alleys providing cover, while in their minds played endless scenarios of what would happen if anyone discovered the truth, from Nikki’s heartbreak to Ashley’s fury, to the inevitable chaos that would consume the Newman and Abbott empires, and yet, even in the grip of fear and exhilaration, a part of them felt a dark triumph, the knowledge that after years of manipulation, deceit, and power struggles, they had seized control in the most definitive, irreversible way possible, and as they finally slipped into a nondescript black SUV, doors slamming, engine roaring, tires spinning on wet asphalt, they allowed themselves a brief moment of relief, adrenaline still crackling in their veins, aware that the world they had known was gone forever, replaced by a reality where they were fugitives, holders of explosive proof, and the men who had finally toppled Victor Newman from his throne, and in that quiet, tense moment, as the city lights blurred past, Adam whispered, almost inaudibly, “It’s done,” while Jack nodded grimly, eyes fixed on the horizon, knowing that ahead lay danger, betrayal, and a reckoning far beyond anything they had ever faced, but also the intoxicating taste of ultimate power and vengeance realized, the night carrying them forward into an uncertain future where every shadow could hide an enemy, every phone call could betray them, and every decision would shape the lives of everyone they had ever loved or loathed, and yet, for the first time in decades, they felt a cold, thrilling sense of liberation, the weight of Victor’s tyranny lifted, replaced by the perilous freedom of two men who had struck down a king, taken his proof, and disappeared into the night, leaving behind a legacy of shock, fear, and absolute disbelief that would echo through Genoa City forever, a story that would be whispered in boardrooms, shouted in mansions, and immortalized in the annals of soap opera history as the night Adam and Jack finally claimed victory over Victor Newman, a night of crime, courage, and calculated chaos that no one would forget.