The collective gaze of every high-level shareholder and executive snapped directly onto her silhouette.

Miles Fontaine’s expression shifted violently, desperately forcing his features into a mask of composure as he bolted to his feet, "Sienna? What on earth authorized your appearance here? A high-level executive session is currently underway; unrelated individuals are strictly—"

"Unrelated individuals?" Sienna cut him off brutally, marching stride by stride straight toward the central seat of absolute power. "My precious uncle, I should rather interrogate you: who on earth authorized you to systematically launch the Aurora Initiative behind my back, and route the core architectural data straight into hostile offshore accounts?"

The entire boardroom erupted into an instant, chaotic uproar.

Miles’s face fell instantly, turning an absolute mask of ashen terror as he violently slammed his fist against the mahogany table, roaring, "You are spewing absolute, fabricated lies! This is naked slander!"

"Whether it constitutes slander is something this ledger will effortlessly clarify."

Sienna offered her secretary a sharp tilt of her chin.

The secretary inserted the encrypted drive into the central console without a second's delay. Instantly, the grand projection screens blazed to life, displaying a flawless, indisputable mapping of the capital flight paths, consolidated with the personal email exchanges executed by Miles and his rogue faction.

"This... This is completely forged!" Cold sweat cascaded down Miles’s face as he turned to shriek at the remaining shareholders, "Do not buy into her trap! She has only just returned and is entirely intent on executing a hostile coup! She possesses absolutely zero knowledge regarding corporate governance and executive management!"

"I might indeed possess gaps in knowledge," Sienna's freezing gaze swept across the entire room, "but I am exceptionally adept at auditing ledgers, and thoroughly ruthless when it comes to crushing parasites."

"I suggest everyone take a look at the tablets before you. I've instructed the executive pool to route a file to your devices. Contained within is the comprehensive forensic evidence of Miles Fontaine’s corporate embezzlement, alongside the structural restructuring plan I have personally designed."

The shareholders quickly threw their heads down to audit the files, their expressions rapidly morphing into absolute, wide-eyed shock.

Weighed within Sienna's blueprint was not only a lethal, precise demolition of the company's financial rot, but an exceptionally forward-thinking, masterfully engineered corporate trajectory.

"I officially cast my absolute support behind Miss Sienna Fontaine to assume total command of the global conglomerate!" An elder shareholder of immense generational prestige was the very first to declare his stance.

"I cast my support as well!"

"CEO Fontaine possesses exceptional brilliance; our votes belong to you!"

Miles was instantly reduced to absolute, deathly horror. He parted his lips, desperately trying to construct another defense, but he was ruthlessly dragged out of the penthouse suite by the security detail.

Over the successive months, Sienna executed her commands with a thunderous, absolute efficiency. She not only stabilized the conglomerate's market capitalization, but leveraged several massive transnational mergers to drive the Fontaine Group's valuation to an historic apex, leaving her working through long hours without a second's rest.

Witnessing her grueling pace, Lucas felt a wave of profound heartache. He went so far as to freeze his own operational schedules simply to anchor his presence closely by her side.

He would silently present a cup of ginseng tea brewed to the absolute perfect temperature whenever she burned the midnight oil over corporate contracts, and would charter an exclusive penthouse restaurant simply to ensure she had a peaceful dinner after executing a critical global partnership.

On this particular evening, Sienna stepped out of the boardroom, thoroughly devastated from an grueling corporate battle.

Lucas was leaning against the architectural column at the far end of the corridor, waiting for her.

"Tired?" he murmured.

"Mmh," she offered a rare, fragile trace of vulnerability.

"Let me take you to a place," Lucas naturally took her hand in his.

Following that, they drove out to a magnificent glass conservatory constructed along the edge of a distant lake.

Night had fallen completely, yet the interior of the glass house remained dark, lit only by an ocean of fireflies dancing through the space like a galaxy of fallen stars.

"This is..." Sienna’s eyes widened with genuine surprise.

Lucas grandfathered no verbal answer, simply leading her straight to the center of the grand conservatory.

Suddenly, the surrounding lights blazed to life, and her eyes caught sight of countless mutual companions hiding within the space, their features painted with absolute excitement.

Lucas released his grip against her hand, dropping onto a solitary knee before her frame. What rested inside his palm this time was no longer the diamond ring from before, but a timeless heirloom emerald piece.

It was the sovereign token passed down through consecutive generations to the matriarch of the Sterling dynasty.

He threw his chin up to meet her gaze, his usually cold, severe features tracing a rare, frantic nerve at this exact second, "Sienna, I know you pursue absolute independence, and cherish your freedom above all else."

"I dare not make a hollow claim to hand you the entire world, but I, Lucas Sterling, take an absolute oath right here: I will never use marriage to clip your wings."

"You will eternally remain your own sovereign entity; I merely crave to exist as your absolute anchor whenever your wings grow weary."

He took a deep breath, his eyes burning with an intense devotion as he stared dead into her eyes, "Sienna, marry me. Grant me the supreme privilege of accompanying you through the remainder of our natural lives."

The entire crowd held their breath as they stared at Sienna, and Lucas compressed his lips in a state of absolute, frantic nerves.

He assumed he was bound to receive another round of "let us revisit the topic."

Yet flashing through Sienna's mind was the absolute fullness of his silent, protective devotion over these past months, and a brilliant smile suddenly played upon her lips.

Following that, she slowly extended her right hand, "Alright."

Lucas froze entirely in place, before his hands began to tremble violently as he glided the heirloom emerald ring onto her ring finger.

In the very next fraction of a second, the entire glass conservatory erupted into a torrent of thunderous applause and ecstatic cheers.

Lucas snapped to his feet, locking his arms around Sienna’s frame to pull her into a tight, crushing embrace.

Sienna returned his embrace with equal fervor. Staring at the sea of joyful faces surrounding them, her heart was filled with an absolute, unadulterated sweetness.

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The End