Catherine tried to grasp the face attached to that name, but it slipped away, elusive as a fish darting through murky water.
"Aureus is an ancient Roman coin," William added casually.
Catherine's brows lifted slightly.
Is that it?
Had she heard it in one of Maximilian's long, winding history lectures—the ones she half-listened to, half-slept through?
Was that why it felt familiar?
…No. This felt different. Closer. More intimate. As if the name had once been spoken to her, and not explained.
But before she could chase that thought any further, Jonathan spoke.
"I've come across that name before."
Catherine turned to him immediately.
"He's a legendary investor," Jonathan continued, his tone measured but edged with something close to respect. "People call him the Market's Oracle. His predictions are… unnervingly accurate. Almost surgical. He sees patterns others don't—historical, behavioral, cyclical. And once he acts…" Jonathan exhaled softly. "He doesn't hesitate."
