Julian walked up the center aisle of the auditorium, his dark eyes fixed on the stage. The chief intellectual property magistrate walked beside him, holding the gold-sealed folder tightly against his chest.

The crowd of reporters and investors parted like the sea, making way for the powerful billionaire. Every single news camera swung away from Evelyn and pointed straight at Julian.

"What is the meaning of this interruption, Mr. Vance?" the head judge asked, his voice trembling slightly as Julian stepped onto the wooden stage platform.

"The meaning is simple," Julian said, his deep, commanding voice cutting through the silent hall like a sharp blade. "You are about to disqualify...