Chelsea had always been drawn to the truth — not just glimpses of it, but the raw, unfiltered core. And in Genoa City, one name kept surfacing in the darkest corners: Aristotle Dumas. A man cloaked in mystery, whispered about in boardrooms and back alleys alike. A puppeteer, pulling strings behind the scenes.

Determined to uncover his identity, Chelsea plunged into the city’s underbelly — late nights spent scouring courthouse archives, decoding property records, and making hushed calls to anonymous sources. Piece by piece, she constructed a dossier that could shatter reputations and bring empires crumbling down.

When Victor Newman — the city’s titan of power — learned of Dumas’ existence, even he knew this enemy was unlike any other. A threat not just to his business, but to the balance of control he’d maintained for decades.

So he summoned her.

The meeting was tense, held in the gleaming conference room of Newman Enterprises. Chelsea arrived promptly, heels clicking sharply against marble floors. She carried a leather case — and the fate of many.

“Five million dollars,” she said flatly, placing the folder on the table. “In exchange for everything. The name, the evidence, and my silence.”

Victor raised an eyebrow. Money wasn’t the issue — trust was. But Chelsea didn’t flinch.

“If a single detail is false,” she added coolly, “I’ll pay you back double. You choose the penalty.”

Her audacity stunned him. For a moment, silence thickened the air. Then Victor nodded slowly. “I accept.”

As Chelsea walked out, her briefcase no longer just held cash — it held leverage. A shift in the city’s power structure had begun.

Left alone, Victor gazed out over the skyline, troubled. For the first time in years, he realized: control was slipping.

The truth about Aristotle Dumas would shake Genoa City to its core. Because behind the alias… was Adrien Callahan — a billionaire thought to be long dead, now risen from the ashes to reclaim what was once his.