Chapter 3 - The Boardroom AmbushThe glass-walled conference room on the 40th floor of Vale Tower was dead silent.

Uncle Richard, the head of the dissident faction, leaned back in his leather chair with a smirk. "Adrian, your reckless bachelor lifestyle and this sudden, unverified marriage to a nobody are tanking our stock. We are calling an emergency vote of no confidence."
Vanessa Cross sat right beside him, flashing a triumphant smile. She had spent millions buying up proxy shares just for this moment.
"We need a CEO who represents stability," Vanessa purred, adjusting her designer blazer. "Not a man who drags a thrift-store ghost into high society."
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Adrian sat at the head of the table like a cold statue, completely unfazed. He didn't blink. He didn't flinch.
Until the heavy double doors flew open.