"H—Kenneth," Rafael Vexley said, shaking his head. "This is too much. Your empire? I'm already drowning in billions. I don't—"
"Nonsense, boy," Kenneth cut in with a warm chuckle, waving a dismissive hand like he was offering an extra slice of cake, not a small continent's worth of assets. "Take it. Build more. Protect more. It's not charity—" his eyes softened, "—it's gratitude."
That did it.
The hall exploded.
For a heartbeat there was stunned silence—and then chaos. Applause crashed through the tent like a storm breaking loose. Billionaires rose to their feet, clapping with the kind of enthusiasm usually reserved for record profits and hostile takeovers. Some even wiped at their eyes, visibly moved by the poetic cruelty of it all.
"Incredible," one mogul whispered to his companion, shaking his head in awe. "From nothing to everything—live, on stage."
"That's trillions," a CEO murmured, pale. "She just became one of the richest women on Earth in under five minutes."
