Chapter 8 - The Desperate Play
Panic completely hijacked Marcus's nervous system. He realized he was entirely doomed unless he turned the high-society crowd against the couple.
"Listen to them!" Marcus screamed hysterically, waving his arms at the terrified elite guests. "They're staging a hostile takeover! They're criminals! I am the legitimate acting CEO of Vance Technologies! Arrest them!"
Not a single board member moved. Not a single guest stepped forward to defend him. Everyone in the room knew that crossing Dante Vance when he was angry meant absolute, undeniable ruin.
Elena crossed her arms, looking at Marcus with chilling pity.
"The board already voted unanimously via emergency proxy twenty minutes ago, Marcus," Elena stated calmly. "Every single asset, share, and property has been legally transferred back to Dante and myself. You are an empty-handed beggar."
Marcus let out a guttural scream of pure, unadulterated frustration. He lunged forward, grabbing a heavy silver champagne bucket off a nearby table and hurling it violently toward Elena.
Before the heavy metal could even travel two feet in the air, Dante moved with blinding, cinematic speed.
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The newly risen billionaire caught the heavy silver bucket out of mid-air with one powerful hand, completely crushing the rim with his bare grip. He dropped the dented metal to the floor with a loud, deafening crash.
👉 Marcus's last weapon had failed, and the federal agents were closing in for the kill.
