The polished mahogany doors of Victor Newman’s executive suite at Newman Enterprises swing open with a force that shatters the room’s controlled stillness. Outside, December winds batter the glass towers of Genoa City, but inside, the silence is heavy—anticipatory. Victor Newman sits behind his desk like a king surveying a battlefield, reviewing the final stages of Matt Clark’s financial dismantling. He doesn’t look up at first. He rarely has to.

“I told my assistant I was not to be disturbed,” Victor rumbles, his voice low and lethal.

The girl standing in the doorway doesn’t flinch.

She can’t be more than sixteen. Dark hair tangled from days of restless movement, eyes sharp with fear and resolve. A battered backpack is clenched to her chest like armor. When she speaks, her voice trembles—but it does not break.

“I’m not here for a job, Mr. Newman. And I’m not leaving until you listen.”

Victor finally raises his gaze. The air shifts. His eyes narrow, assessing, dissecting. “Security,” he begins.

“I’m Matt Clark’s daughter.”

The word daughter detonates in the room.

Victor’s hand freezes mid-motion. Slowly, deliberately, he lowers it. Matt Clark—alias Mitch McCall—the man who has stalked the Newman family for decades, the man Victor has just stripped of wealth and cover—was never supposed to have a child. That alone makes this girl dangerous.

“Matt Clark has no children,” Victor says calmly, testing her.

“That’s because he keeps me hidden,” she fires back, stepping closer. “Just like he hid his past. Just like he hid his obsession with destroying your family. I know everything.”

Victor studies her more carefully now. The exhaustion. The tremor she’s fighting. This isn’t bravado. This is survival.

“Sit down,” Victor orders.

She collapses into the chair opposite him, breath hitching. “He’s going to hurt them,” she whispers. “Nick. Noah. Sharon. He’s spiraling. The money you took pushed him over the edge. He’s planning something big here in Genoa City.”

Victor steeples his fingers. “Why come to me?”

“Because the police can’t stop him,” she says urgently. “But you can. You’re the only one he’s ever been afraid of.”

That admission lands hard.

Victor doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he leans back, mind racing. Matt Clark cornered is not just dangerous—he’s unpredictable. And now there’s a daughter in the mix. A liability. Or a weapon.

“You claim to know his plans,” Victor finally says. “Prove it.”

Her answer chills him.

“He’s dying.”

She explains that Matt’s multiple identity-altering surgeries—first as Carter Mills, then as Mitch McCall—are failing. Chronic pain. Heavy medication. Paranoia. A ticking clock. He doesn’t want to survive. He wants to destroy.

“And before his body gives out,” she adds softly, “he wants to take your grandson with him.”

Victor’s jaw tightens.

But she isn’t finished.

She reaches into her backpack and pulls out a small black USB drive.

“Take this,” she says, placing it on his desk. “And defeat him.”

Three words. Simple. Devastating.

She explains the drive contains journals, recordings, and detailed logs—names of powerful people Matt manipulated, crimes he buried, secrets he plans to release to burn half of Los Angeles and create chaos. Chaos he intends to use as cover to strike the Newmans.

Victor doesn’t touch the USB yet. He looks at the girl instead.

“You are betraying your father.”

“He’s not my father,” she snaps, tears streaking down her face. “He’s my jailer. I just want to live.”

Victor rises and moves to the window, staring out at the city he controls. Pieces begin rearranging themselves in his mind. Matt Clark thinks he’s the hunter. He’s wrong.

“I will help you,” Victor says at last. “But understand this—if Matt suspects you’ve come to me, your life is in danger.”

“I’ll do anything,” she promises.

Security is summoned. Orders are given. The USB is rushed to Victor’s private investigative team. The girl—Chloe—is taken to a secure safe house, protected but isolated. Not a prisoner, Victor insists. A guest.

But Chloe’s fear returns. “Am I really safe?”

Victor’s expression is unreadable. “With me, you are.”

As the doors close behind her, Victor remains alone, studying the USB drive. He knows better than to trust completely. Matt Clark is a master manipulator—and daughters can be taught to lie.

Still, something about Chloe’s terror felt real.

Victor picks up his phone and calls Nick.

“Do nothing,” Victor warns. “Do not leave the house. I’ve acquired a new asset.”

Matt Clark, Victor knows, has already lost. He just doesn’t know it yet.

But even as Victor begins drafting a new list of orders, unease lingers. Chloe hinted at something more—another secret Matt carries, something tied directly to Victor’s past. A secret buried deep enough that even Victor believed it was untouchable.

And if Matt Clark truly possesses that knowledge?

Then this war is no longer just about stopping an enemy.

It’s about protecting a legacy.