Voren cleared his throat when his gaze finally settled on Ravyn, and the faint apology visible in his expression softened the tension on his face just enough to show that he was aware of the betrayal Ravyn might feel in that moment, even though he had already decided that business would come before friendship.
He inclined his head toward Seraphine before speaking, his voice calm but carrying across the quiet room with unmistakable clarity. "Fifty billion."
The number landed heavily in the air, and the silence that followed carried the stunned reaction of everyone present, because even inside a club filled with billionaires, casually announcing an investment of that size still had the power to shock the room.
Ravyn's face twisted in disbelief as he stared at Voren, looking as though the ground beneath his feet had just collapsed. The betrayal in his eyes was painfully obvious as he forced the words out. "Voren… you?"
