But Seraphina was not finished.
She waited until the room quieted.
“There is one more matter.”
Grant closed his eyes.
Seraphina looked toward the upper balcony.
An elderly man stood.
Silver hair.
Black tuxedo.
Cane in one hand.
Grant frowned.
Seraphina smiled for the first time all evening.
“Most people know that I inherited Bellamy Holdings from my father.”
The elderly man began walking slowly toward the staircase.
“What very few people know is that I did not inherit it because my father died.”
Grant’s eyes opened.
The room became completely silent.
The man descended.
Seraphina’s voice trembled now.
“My father, Elias Bellamy, survived the plane crash that was publicly reported to have killed him eleven years ago.”
Gasps erupted.
Elias reached the stage.
Grant looked as though the floor had moved.
Seraphina took her father’s hand.
“He suffered severe injuries and spent nearly three years undergoing surgeries and rehabilitation.
