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The main spotlight swung away from the stage to illuminate a woman walking down the central aisle.
Her face was striking, defined by sharp cheekbones and piercing gray eyes that held no fear—a face Julian had never seen before, yet an aura that made his skin crawl with dread.
A flock of journalists gasped as Victoria Vance stepped into the light right beside her, holding a thick leather binder stamped with federal seals.
“Who the hell are you?! Security, remove this intruder immediately!”
“Security won’t be helping you tonight, Sterling,” Alexandra Cross said, stopping at the foot of the stage and looking up at him with disdain.
“As of ten minutes ago, my firm acquired fifty-one percent of your company’s debt, along with the master patents to the source code you built Aegis-AI upon.”
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