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Chapter <i>456 </i>The Computer Genius
<i>The </i>man who had delivered <i>that </i><i>ruthless </i>strike was Julius.
Among the glittering aristocrats crowding the ballroom <i>tonight</i><i>, </i>Julius was an unfamiliar silhouette. <i>Only </i>a handful could ce his lineage or the empire he quietly <i>controlled</i>. So <i>when </i>he publicly nted <i>his </i><i>boot </i>in Jacqueline, a shocked hiss <i>rolled </i>through the hall.
Everyone thought Julius must be crazy.
After all, this was the Fane family’s banquet. Jacqueline, though of a coteral branch, still bore the Fane <i>blood</i>. More than that, she was a prodigy in cybersecurity<i>, </i>a wunderkind who had brought early glory to the n.
Her genius had long purchased her the right <i>to </i><i>be </i>imperious. Yet here, beneath her own family’s chandeliers, that genius <iy </i>humiliated—this was no rowdy scuffle among bored heirs. It was a single, crushing blow that pulverized her pride. <fnf07c> ???s ??????? ?s ?????? ?? ?ovelFind</fnf07c>
“Who are you—some speck of dust–to speak of her like that?” Julius growled, looking down at
her.
Jacqueline pointed at Quinn furiously. “Quinn, you washed–up divorcée, is this gigolo your hired muscle? This is a Fane banquet–dragging a pretty boy in here shames all of us!”
Jade hid a cold smile. <i>So </i><i>what </i><i>if </i><i>she’s </i><i>aputer </i><i>genius</i><i>? </i><i>She’s </i><i>still </i><i>an </i><i>idiot </i><i>at </i><i>times</i><i>. </i><i>Gigolo</i><i>? </i><i>That </i><i>man </i><i>rules </i><i>Whitethorn </i>Group! Let’s <i>see </i><i>her </i><i>suffer </i><i>what </i><i>I’ve </i><i>endured</i>.
A sharp crack split the air.
A hand had collided with Jacqueline’s cheek, turning her head with brutal force. She staggered sideways, heels skidding, nearly copsing again.
“Who dares strike me–have you lost your mind?” She wheeled toward the crowd, but the words died on her lips.
Everett stood in front of her, anger carved deep across his usuallyposed features. That punishing p hade from him.
“I finally locate my long–lost niece, and you’re insulting her? Jacqueline, how dare you create a scene on a night like this!” Everett hissed.
Jacqueline covered her swollen cheek. “Uncle Everett, it was Quinn–she sed her pretty boy on me first! She’s freshly divorced yet drags him here. She treats our banquet like trash and makes the whole Fane family look foolish!”
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“Since when does a coteral branch get to judge the main family? Tonight honors my sister and me. Whoever she wishes to invite is wee, no questions asked.” Rowan’s calm voice cut through the tension.
Color drained from Jacqueline’s face, leaving only mottled humiliation.
She had once dismissed Rowan, the so–called illegitimate son, certain he would never stir real currents inside the corporation. Now the illegitimate child had be a nephew–and worse, legitimate Fane blood. From this night forward, she suspected, his shadow would eclipse hers at every board meeting.
Everyone had always known Jacqueline was a prodigy with a keyboard. Since childhood, rumor whispered that, if the family patriarch truly had no heir, she–bright–eyed, unerringly brilliant–was the only one likely to inherit the empire.
“Might I remind you that I am safeguarding the Fane name,” Jacqueline said, chin angled high. “What, are branch rtives somehow born inferior? Without us, Fane Group would never shine as it does.”
“Heh.” The cold chuckle slipped from Everett’s lips. “Tell me, then–does today’s glory belong to the sideline branches?<b>” </b>
The wordsnded like a whip. Around the ballroom, the branch family members nched, theirplexions draining to the color of wet ash.
For all the grand talk of unity, everyone understood a brutal truth: the fortune was the main line’s alone. The branches merely clung to it, gilded parasites fattening on another’sbor. If the patriarch ever stopped feeding them, those glittering surnames would be worth less than dust.
“Yes, Jacqueline misspoke,” a rtive from the branch line blurted, sweat beading at his temples. “Still, her intentions are clear. Fane Group’s celebrated cybersecurity system bears her fingerprints; no one can deny her contribution.”
“Exactly,” others chimed in, seizing courage from his defense. “Everett, even if you wish to shield Quinn, you must admit Jacqueline is thinking of the family. Quinn is newly divorced and has marched in here with some man of unknown origin–hardly proper for a society banquet. She grew up outside these circles in a small family and cannot be med for ignorance, but now that she has been acknowledged, she should learn the rules of a distinguished house.”