Without waiting for venue security to arrive, Sophia turned on her high heels and walked away through the crowded, luxurious marble hall with absolute confidence. Her black slit dress swayed gracefully with every step, the sharp clicking of her heels echoing off the high pillars like a ticking countdown clock. The surrounding elites parted instantly to make way for her, staring in stunned awe at the woman who had just single-handedly dismantled the city's most feared family in broad daylight.
Moments later, the heavy door of a black luxury sedan slammed shut, sealing out the muffled city noises outside. Sitting in the plush leather backseat at night, Sophia pulled her smartphone from her handbag, its screen illuminating her face and the faint cuts along her jawline. Unfazed by her physical injuries, she brought the phone to her ear with a ruthless, unwavering expression. "Wipe the servers, delete everything they own," Sophia commanded into the receiver, ordering her global legal team to strip the matriarch's family of every estate, bank account, and corporate share before sunrise.