Bruce X Vance Novels & Stories

Charles Vance—founder of Vance Dynamics, global defense and biotech pioneer, and Julian’s estranged father. Julian’s hand froze for a single fraction of a second over the spectrometer terminal before resting flat against the console. He didn't turn around immediately. He simply saved the dataset, unclipped his lab coat, and stood up with deliberate, unhurried grace. "You're out of your jurisdiction, Charles," Julian said, his dark voice dropping into a register colder than the liquid nitrogen cooling the NMR magnet. "I go where the innovation is, son," Dr. Vance replied smoothly. His voice carried the same rich, commanding depth as Julian’s, but stripped of all warmth.

Victoria closed her eyes, her hands gripping the armrests of her chair until her knuckles turned bone-white. "Unbelievable," she hissed, her voice vibrating heavily as she restrained her boiling fury. "Who... who is the bastard that dared to ruin my son's future?! And why didn't Julian sever his head that very day?!" "It wasn't that simple, Ma'am," I replied bitterly. "The man is incredibly powerful and has impenetrable security. His name is Ryder Vance. The CEO of Vance Group in Chicago." Mrs. Victoria's eyes snapped open. The shock on her face vanished, instantly replaced by a cold, calculating glare that was identical to Julian's whenever he was about to destroy someone.

Chapter 121: The Foundations of Betrayal The heavy iron vault door fully opened with a mechanical sound. This let in a wave of filtered air into the damp stone hallway. Inside the server towers made a pitched humming noise. It sounded like the steady heartbeat of a trapped animal. Thomas Vance stood in front of Terminal 04. His hands stopped moving over the keyboard. He was Baron Hendrick Vance's nephew. Thomas had been the logistics coordinator for the estate for five years. He had worked with the Vane framework for a time. Julian had become the chairman. Thomas had been there before that. He was a careful person. Thomas had managed the estate's transit lists with accuracy.

He looked at me, knowing exactly how much this was going to hurt. "It's a subsidiary of the Stone Family Foundation," he said quietly. "Specifically, the real estate development arm managed by Richard Stone's business partner." I stared at the name on the screen. Arthur Vance. I knew Vance. He was a shark in a bespoke suit—a real estate mogul who had ridden Richard Stone's coattails for twenty years. He was the "aggressive" half of their partnership, the one who handled the dirty work while Richard handled the handshakes. "Vance," I breathed. "He's using our data."

the man warned, barely registering my presence. "My name is Soren Kade," I introduced myself, skipping any attempt at polite conversation. "And you are Marcus Vance, a junior acquisitions director for the firm that liquidated Meridian Ventures twenty years ago." Vance stopped swirling his drink. The boredom vanished and was quickly replaced by a sudden wariness. He sat up straighter, assessing me with the calculated caution of a man who suddenly realized he was out of his depth. "Victor Kade’s son," Vance murmured, setting his glass on the low table. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised you tracked me down. The Vanguard assignment went live this afternoon. You want historical data."

The staff member explained quickly, "This is Mr. Bradford, here to collect the clothes." Derek nodded and disappeared into the back room. Vance found the man rude and arrogant. His clothes were clothes, and his hair was wild. Vance couldn't understand why Rebecca chose to work with a man like that. The staff member smiled apologetically. "Mr. Sinclair gets lost in his designs. When inspiration strikes, he dives straight in so he doesn't lose the idea." Vance scoffed, dissatisfied with the explanation. Without another word, he grabbed the bags and walked out, swearing never to come again or order anything from them.

he said and drummed four of his fingers on the brown file again which Xavier stared at uneasily. He had a terrible feeling that the file would contain something he had missed out in his perfect plan and just the thought of everything he had planned going south made him nervous. “Where were you from eight in the morning till four in the evening two days ago?” Vance asked. “Probably stuck at the office. Being the CEO of a large corporation is a tedious work in case you didn't know.” “And Mrs Rose?” Xavier was a little taken aback by the mention of Rose but he quickly maintained composure.

She wants to meet you but the way she causes a commotion out of it promoted us to take her away from the Yates building before she taints the Yates company with a bad name by her uncontrollable uproar," One of the guards explained. Bruce moved his gaze to his ex-wife, Vanessa Dawson, after so many years of not setting his eyes on her and he never bothered to even do so but today he did and he felt absolutely nothing towards her except hatred for her past deeds. "Why do you want to see me, Vanessa? Why have you decided to display your madness in my company? “ Bruce asked, approaching them and only stopping a few feet away as his voice reduced to a mocking whisper. "Is it because there's no mo