Chapter 7 - The Final Step
The tracking camera held its low angle as the heiress reached the center of the ballroom floor, right beneath the central chandelier. She paused, executing a slow, elegant turn that sent her cape flying out in a wide, shimmering circle before settling softly against the marble floor.
She slowly turned her head, her dark eyes sweeping over the sea of frozen faces until they locked directly onto Alex.
A faint, razor-thin smile touched her lips—not the confident grin of a waitress accepting a tip, but the terrifying smile of a predator that had successfully driven its prey into a corner. She raised one bare, elegant arm, making a tiny, dismissive gesture with her fingers toward the head table.
Alex felt his knees weaken. The psychological weight of her gaze felt like a physical pressure crushing his chest. Every move he had made over the past six months, every aggressive corporate raid, every arrogance-fueled decision—it had all been watched, recorded, and steered by the woman standing beneath the spotlight.
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The announcer's voice echoed through the room one final time, smooth and cold: "Tonight, Miss Vance takes full control of the Vance Trust and all subsidiary holdings."
The words struck Alex like a physical blow. Subsidiary holdings included his family’s firm, his personal accounts, and the very house he lived in.
