When a ruthless billionaire walked onto an intellectual stage to confront his abandoned twin sons, he never imagined his ex-wife owned his entire corporate empire.

"You have the wrong address, Mr. Holloway—pardon me, Mr. Vance; fathers who abandon cribs don't get to claim podiums," Ethan said, his voice dropping into a razor-sharp register. The auditorium gasped collectively, the shocking public disrespect rippling through the rows of elite investors, politicians, and Ivy League deans like an electric shock. Julian staggered back half a step, the rejection hitting him harder than any physical blow Victoria or his board of directors had ever delivered.

"I didn't know... I swear to God, your mother never told me she was carrying twins when she walked out of that hospital," Julian choked out defensively. Leo let out a short, cynical laugh that lacked any semblance of warmth, his teenage face radiating the bitter wisdom of a lifetime spent without protection. "Mom didn't have to tell you anything; your signature on the buyout check told her everything she ever needed to know about your character," Leo retorted coldly.