I inherited Bellamy Holdings after my father’s death eleven years ago, and I made a deliberate choice to keep my private life separate from my corporate responsibilities.”
Grant stared at her.
Eleven years.
Before their marriage.
Before their first date.
Before the rented apartment.
Before the old car.
Seraphina continued.
“When I married seven years ago, I used my husband’s surname socially.
I did not place myself in Bellamy Holdings marketing materials.
I did not appear on investor calls.
And I asked my executive team to protect that privacy.”
Whispers rippled across the room.
“Many people believed I was simply Seraphina Holloway.”
She finally looked at Grant.
“Some believed I had nothing before marriage.”
A few faces turned toward him.
Mavis went pale.
Grant rose abruptly.
“Sera—”
Seraphina lifted one finger.
He stopped.
Not because she raised her voice.
Because half the room was watching him.
“My husband recently stated that Bellamy Holdings had committed four hundred twenty million dollars to his new medical development.”
