Chapter 2: The King’s Intervention
The laughter died instantly. Julian’s face broke into a nervous, ingratiating smile. He smoothed his tuxedo, eager to greet the billionaire. "Mr. Sterling! You’re here! I didn't think you’d make it—"
Arthur Sterling didn't stop. He didn't acknowledge Julian’s outstretched hand. He marched straight past him, his face a mask of terrifying, cold fury. The guests parted like the Red Sea.
When Arthur reached Liam, the billionaire didn't demand an apology. He knelt.
With a movement so gentle it contrasted violently with the room's tension, Arthur pulled a hand-stitched silk handkerchief from his breast pocket. He began to wipe the cake and wine from Liam’s face, his eyes welling with a protective, fatherly concern.
"I’m so sorry," Arthur whispered, loud enough for those nearby to hear. "I told you this undercover assignment was a mistake. I told you these people weren't worth your time."
Julian’s smile faltered. "Undercover? Mr. Sterling, surely you don't mean—"
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Arthur stood up. He didn't just tower over Julian; he seemed to physically eclipse him. He leaned in, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that cut through the silence like a razor.
"You just humiliated the only heir to Sterling Global Holdings. You just insulted the man who holds the debt for your father’s failing empire. You didn't just ruin a wedding, Julian. You just signed your own bankruptcy papers."
