Aris kicked him again, his voice icy:"You are threatening my boss. I'm calling the police."Vincent coughed in pain. Dust and tears smeared his face. He looked pathetic beyond words.I said coldly, "Whoever I am with has nothing to do with you. Forgive you? Not unless you die."With Aris supporting me, I turned back toward the studio.In the corner of my eye, I saw Vincent's gaze drowned in the pain of being ignored and discarded—Exactly like me two years ago.At dawn the day before the auction, Sienna White dumped a whole "evidence package" on her X account:drafts, code screenshots, prototype frameworks, even early run logs—the timestamp in the top right corner was frozen at two years ago.Using that as her "proof," she accused me of plagiarizing her original game.In the past two years, the White family had been cut off and targeted because Vincent turned on them.Territory got eaten. Business got strangled. Her life had gone downhill.Now I was "back from the dead," standing on a
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