Chapter 103: The Supreme Sovereign

This woman... she actually stood up and openly claimed ownership of Julian in front of the entire university?!

Up at the front, Principal Smith let out a long, shuddering sigh of profound relief.

Thank goodness...

Thankfully, President Sterling was willing to step forward and personally claim Julian. If President Sterling had chosen to remain silent and maintain her corporate veil of secrecy, he genuinely wouldn’t have possessed the foggiest idea how to navigate this political landmine without offending his ultimate boss.

In the center aisle, Ben Wanli finally snapped back to reality from his shock, though his brain was still scrambling to process the data.

He blinked hard, asking with a nervous, suspicious tremor in his voice: "Are you... are you seriously claiming that you are the exact woman in this photograph?"

Victoria turned her dark, freezing eyes directly toward Ben Wanli, her tone dropping to an absolute sub-zero chill: "If it wasn’t me in that photo... could it possibly be any other woman on this earth?"

Ben Wanli nervously glanced back down at his smartphone screen, then flicked his eyes back up to study Victoria Sterling’s physical silhouette.

The woman captured in the candid courtyard photograph possessed a legendary, flawless hourglass figure—the kind of physical proportion very few women on the planet could naturally boast. Even her precise height, posture, and facial contour lines matched the woman standing before him with absolute mathematical perfection...

Could she... could she genuinely be the exact same woman from the leaked photo?!

Before Ben Wanli could recover his composure, Victoria stepped closer to Julian Vance.

The cold, terrifying aura she had directed at the crowd instantly melted away, replaced by an ocean of tender, bottomless devotion. She looked at Julian, her breathtaking eyes shining with infinite, possessive love.

"Julian is my boyfriend."

Victoria’s voice rang out crystal clear across the silent theater, carrying absolute finality.

"Our relationship is built on mutual equality and genuine affection—we are partners, not a sugar mommy and a kept toy."

In the intricate psychology of love, it was often said that whoever fell deeper first inevitably lost the upper hand.

In her own mind, Victoria privately felt that she was the, desperate one standing before her Julian. She lived in constant, terrifying dread of the day her Julian might suddenly grow tired of her, try to slip away, or hide himself in some dark corner of the world where her obsessive eyes could no longer track him.

Hearing those public words, Ben Wanli felt his heart violently slam against his ribs.

If they are genuinely locked in a normal, consensual boyfriend-girlfriend relationship... doesn’t that legally and socially confirm that he had just publicly slandered them both and spread malicious rumors across the university?!

Although no catastrophic legal consequences had officially been executed yet, he knew with absolute certainty that his academic and social life at Capital University was effectively finished.

Desperate to salvage his dignity, Ben Wanli forced a stiff, ugly smile across his face and stammered out: "You... you can claim you’re boyfriend and girlfriend all you want, but who on earth knows if you’re just fabricating this story right now purely to protect him from expulsion?!"

Heh—

Victoria let out a low, dangerous laugh ,Her dark eyes flashed with pure, unadulterated ice.

"Fabricating a story?"

"Let’s assume for a single moment that we aren’t in a normal romantic relationship... let’s assume Julian was genuinely being kept by me as a kept partner."

Victoria’s voice rose slightly, cutting through the silence like a razor blade. "Even if that were true... do you honestly believe a pathetic nobody like you possesses the qualification to strip away the grand prize that rightfully belongs to my Julian?!"

Ben Wanli swallowed hard, desperately trying to maintain his bravado as he sized Victoria up.

He had attended countless high-society banquets and elite corporate galas alongside Leo Vance over the years, rubbing shoulders with scions of prominent families. Yet, he had never once laid eyes on this stunning woman at any of those exclusive circles.

In his biased, arrogant estimation, this woman likely possessed zero genuine noble pedigree or ancestral backing; she was probably nothing more than a wealthy nouveau riche upstart, or worse—a mistress who had clawed her way into temporary wealth solely through her physical looks and body.

Offending a woman like that at a university lecture hall isn’t a big deal, Ben Wanli foolishly convinced himself.

Puffing out his chest defiantly, Ben Wanli placed his hands firmly on his hips.

"You’re acting awfully arrogant for someone caught in a scandal! Do you honestly walk around deluding yourself into thinking this entire university campus belongs to your family?!"

Standing off to the side near the doorway, Secretary Evelyn calmly raised her right hand and silently lit a massive, imaginary funeral candle in her mind for Ben Wanli.

Rest in peace, kid.

In the entire history of the corporate elite world, not a single living soul had ever dared to stand in front of President Victoria Sterling and speak to her with that level of disrespectful arrogance and outright condescension.

Ben Wanli had not only viciously slandered Young Master Vance, but they had also committed the unforgivable sin of screaming insults directly in the face of the supreme sovereign of the Sterling Group.

He is utterly, finished.

Up at the podium, Principal Smith closed his eyes, letting out a long, exhausted groan. He didn’t even bother trying to save Ben Wanli anymore; trying to educate an absolute idiot was a waste of biological energy.

"Did you honestly forget?" Victoria asked softly, her voice dripping with dangerous sarcasm as she looked down at the trembling student. "Are you truly unaware of who I am?"

Ben Wanli sneered dismissively, tossing his head back. "Who the hell cares who you are?! You think flashing a pretty face gives you immunity—"

Before Ben Wanli could finish his arrogant sentence, Victoria didn’t bother wasting another breath on him. She simply turned her head slightly toward her personal executive secretary standing near the doorway, issuing a single, chilling command:

"Secretary Evelyn."

"Yes, President Sterling." Secretary Evelyn stepped forward immediately, bowing her head respectfully.

Victoria’s expression remained expressionless as she gave the final verdict:

"Step forward and tell this ignorant fool... my exact identity."