Julian spoke from beside the stage.
“I would advise you not to destroy or alter any corporate records.”
Delaney froze.
Two attorneys near the entrance began speaking quietly with museum security.
Grant looked around wildly.
“You can’t just destroy Holloway Meridian because you’re angry about our marriage.”
Seraphina’s face changed.
“I’m not destroying it.”
For the first time that evening, Grant looked relieved.
Then she continued.
“You did.”
She clicked the remote again.
A debt chart appeared.
Holloway Meridian owed Bellamy-controlled entities $612 million across multiple facilities.
Several clauses contained fraud provisions.
Grant knew exactly what they meant.
Immediate default.
Accelerated repayment.
Control rights.
Asset seizure.
His lips went white.
Seraphina looked toward Julian.
“Bellamy Holdings delivered formal notice at nine thirty-three tonight, immediately after Mr.
Holloway publicly affirmed unauthorized financing.”
Grant stared at the clock.
“Two minutes ago?”
“Three.”
“You timed this?”
“No.”
She met his eyes.
