Sir Arthur Vance did not often visit Formula 1 circuits. At seventy, the billionaire chairman of Vance Aerospace was an imposing titan of British industry—a man with ice-white hair, sharp hawk-like features, and cold blue eyes that had negotiated defense contracts with world leaders. At 7:30 AM, a convoy of three armored black Range Rovers with tinted windows rolled silently into the Scuderia Veloce VIP enclosure behind the Monza paddock.…
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