A faint smile curved across Ravyn's lips as he leaned back against the couch, his eyes narrowing with quiet satisfaction because the situation unfolding in the room felt like the perfect opening he had been waiting for.
Even though Seraphine loved presenting herself as some rare genius whose mind moved several steps ahead of everyone else, Ravyn believed that confidence would crumble the moment a veteran investor decided that her presence had become inconvenient.
In rooms like this one, where power, ego, and massive sums of money intertwined, brilliance alone never guaranteed survival.
"The bitch wants more money, so just double the amount and she'll agree," Ravyn said with a smug tone that carried across the room, clearly convinced that he had uncovered the simplest solution.
