Chapter 2: The Mother's Final Order
Julian turned his back on his kneeling wife, smoothly adjusting his cuffs as he signaled the orchestra to continue playing. He felt entirely untouchable. He expected Evelyn to gather their crying child, slip out through the back service elevator, and weep silently in the dark limo ride home.
He didn't expect her to strike back.
Evelyn calmly stood up, her posture rigid and regal. She didn't yell. She didn't beg. With dead, calculating eyes, she reached into the hidden silk pocket of her teal gown and pulled out an encrypted, military-grade smartphone—a device Julian didn't even know existed.
She pressed a single speed-dial button and brought the phone to her ear.
"Take everything," Evelyn whispered. Her chilling words were quiet, but carried the weight of an executioner's axe.
Julian stopped in his tracks, turning his head with a mocking smirk. "Who are you calling, Evelyn? Your pathetic lawyers? I own every judge in this state. You can't touch a single penny of my empire."
"I'm not calling a divorce attorney, Julian," Evelyn said, her voice dropping into a freezing, calm cadence that made the surrounding billionaires go completely silent. "I'm calling the primary digital asset registry in Zurich."
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Julian's smug supremacy shattered instantly when a massive, high-definition digital monitor behind the stage—originally displaying the Sterling Group's corporate logo—suddenly flickered and turned bright red. A loud, ominous system alert tone buzzed through the state-of-the-art sound system.
Before Julian could process the glitch, his personal cell phone, along with the phones of his chief financial officer and his attorneys sitting at the front tables, began to go off simultaneously with frantic, high-pitched notifications.
