Inside—documents. Signatures. Power.
The room erupted into whispers.
Phones lifted instantly.
Cynthia stumbled back, her voice barely a breath.
“That’s… impossible.”
Maxwell stood up slowly, still clapping, his eyes never leaving Julian.
“No,” he said calmly. “It’s overdue.”
Julian rushed forward, panic breaking through his arrogance.
“She’s lying!”
Sarah didn’t even look at him.
Instead, she pulled out another document—holding it higher.
“Then explain why you forged my signature for three years.”
The words detonated.
Board members surged closer.
The air turned electric.
Julian lunged for the papers—
But security stepped in.
Blocked.
Finished.
“Who are you…?” Cynthia whispered, her confidence completely gone.
Sarah turned to her, a faint, almost merciful smile touching her lips.
“The founder’s daughter.”
The restaurant exploded into shock.
Julian staggered backward—
Straight into a towering champagne display.
It collapsed.
Glass shattered everywhere.
He fell hard, surrounded by the mess he created.
Maxwell stepped onto the stage and placed the company seal into Sarah’s hand.
“Chairwoman.”
Silence fell again… but this time, it belonged to her.
Sarah looked down at Julian, writhing among broken glass.
And with quiet, devastating calm, she said—
“Now clean it.”
