Seraphina Vale stared at the video on her phone while the boardroom slowly emptied around her.
The footage clearly showed Harold Whitmore crouching beneath the conference table while the other executives focused on Lucien's presentation. The angle captured his face long enough to remove any doubt about his identity.
He had placed the device himself.
Seraphina felt a slow chill move through her chest. Whitmore had looked terrified when the bomb appeared beneath his chair. His reaction had seemed genuine.
Now that performance felt far more calculated.
Lucien stood beside the window while he reviewed messages on his phone.
Seraphina walked toward him and held out her screen. "You need to see this."
Lucien turned and watched the clip carefully. When the video ended, his expression remained composed, but the quiet tension in his eyes deepened.
"Where did you receive this?"
Seraphina answered honestly. "The same number that sent the earlier videos."
