He had just thought her style felt familiar, exactly like Whisper. But... he never imagined that the financial legend, the Queen of Wall Street herself, was actually her!
The idol he had worshipped for five years, whose trading charts he used as his desktop wallpaper... was his own niece, who wasn't even twenty yet!
Silas was too stunned to speak.
Serena tapped the keyboard twice, and the screen returned to normal.
"Enemy losses... estimated at over one hundred and twenty billion dollars."
Serena looked up at the camera. Her radiant complexion lacked makeup, yet she looked absolutely flawless and breathtakingly beautiful.
She smirked. "Consider the change your annual bonus. Satisfied with the results?"
Satisfied?
How could they not be?
In less than ten minutes, The Vinton Group went from a total stock market collapse
to turning the tables and swallowing one hundred and twenty billion dollars from their enemies!
They had gone from hell to heaven in an instant. They had made a fortune!
The executives were no longer looking at her like a teenager; they were looking at her like a living deity!
Serena lazily spun her chair around, raising an eyebrow at Silas, who was still reeling from the shock.
"Are you happy with this return gift, Silas?"
Silas stared at her, trembling with excitement. He had completely lost his usual stern, corporate demeanor. There was no authoritative uncle left; his eyes were filled with fanatical worship.
He wanted to rip his own CEO chair-the symbol of absolute power in The Vinton Group and permanently weld it beneath Serena.
If The Vinton Group was in her hands... they would easily become the number one corporation on the planet!
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If the video conference wasn't still running, he would have rushed over to massage her shoulders.
This wasn't just his niece; she was the supreme anchor of the Vinton family!
"Silas, you're not rewarding me." Serena crossed her arms. "You're punishing me."
She stood up. "I only helped because I didn't want this stressing Holden and Kiera out. You guys handle the cleanup."
With that, she smoothly slipped out of the room.
Isabella, huddled
in the corner by the
door, watched the entire scene with
a twisted expression. She didn't
understand the coding or the financiarwar, but she artderstood Silas's attitude and the executives' reactions.
They all treated Serena like a god.
Isabella was furious, terrified, and burning with uncontrollable jealousy.
Serena had stolen the spotlight again!
Why? Why did she get all the glory? Why was she so perfect at everything?
Isabella knew that no matter what she did now-even if she staged a tragic performance and died right in front of Silas-she wouldn't get a single ounce of his attentionor affection
Serena..... it was all Serena's fault! Why did she get to shine so bright?
Isabella felt her sanity slipping, a suffocating wave of despair washing over her, but
she didn't dare make a sound.