Ariana offered a sheepish smile, at a loss for words.

How could she possibly know what was happening? She was just as confounded as the rest.

In Eleymond, aside from Sarah and Tyler, were there other magnates willing to generously invest in her cause? Something extraordinary was afoot.

Inside the conference room atop the BRD Group's building, sitting at the end of the polished mahogany table, Holden tapped his fingers impatiently as he waited in silence.

His steely gaze swept across the two rows of men seated in front of him. These men were all impeccably dressed, wearing tailored suits and designer ties. Their hair was carefully slicked back. This was the typical look of elite professionals. Those who knew the cutthroat financial world knew these men who were renowned traders, the best manipulators in the industry.