She had been convinced—certain—that Raymond had been bluffing. That any second now, he would turn to her with that amused smile and whisper that it was all a joke.
But he didn't.
He stood there, calm. Collected. Unbothered.
His dark eyes held no fear. No hesitation. No regret.
At that moment Damien clenched his fists. This wasn't happening.
"How?" he finally muttered, his voice tight with disbelief.
His question wasn't directed at anyone in particular. He just needed to hear it out loud.
Because this didn't make sense.
How did a man like Raymond—a nobody, an outcast, a supposed fool—just make a 40-million-dollar transaction in front of one of the most powerful families in the country?
The weight of that truth pressed down on them all.
And suddenly—it wasn't Raymond who looked out of place anymore.
Damien stood there, his body stiff, his mind racing.
No. This isn't right.
