Tangled Destinies
He allowed a small pause, then added, almost lightly, “It is time, as they say, to give to Caesar what belongs to Caesar.”
This time, the laughter that followed was more genuine. A few guests even nodded. Andre turned his head slightly, looking toward a part of the stage hidden from the audience’s direct view. When he spoke again, his voice carried a note of finality. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said, “please join me in welcoming the rightful owner of the Winters conglomerate… Delilah Winters.”
The applause was immediate. It cut through the hall, loud and enthusiastic, filling the space so completely it almost drowned out everything else. Chairs scraped as people shifted for a better view, he
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