“You’re family.”
“No.”
Seraphina’s expression became calm again.
“I was useful to your family.
You just didn’t know how useful.”
Grant climbed onto the stage.
Security moved forward.
Seraphina raised a hand.
“Let him come.”
Grant stopped three feet from her.
His face looked different now.
Smaller.
“Sera, please.”
She had waited years to hear that word.
Please.
Now it meant nothing.
“You hid this from me.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because when we met, you said you hated people who measured human worth through money.”
Grant’s face tightened.
“You deceived me.”
“I rented a normal apartment because I wanted a normal life.
I drove my father’s old Lexus because I loved that car.
I never told you I was poor.”
“You let me believe it.”
“You chose to believe it.”
Grant flinched.
Seraphina leaned slightly closer.
“And for the record, Grant, I financed your first major investment deal.”
