At that exact moment, the giant screen behind the stage suddenly crackled with a burst of static.
Henry's glamorous promotional video cut off instantly.
Silence engulfed the ballroom.
Everyone's eyes darted back and forth between Conrad and me. Their brains had completely stopped processing.
The smug smile frozen on Henry's face twisted into something downright ridiculous. The champagne glass slipped from his hand. Shards of glass scattered across the floor.
"M-Mr. Stewart?" Henry stammered, his voice shaking.
Someone at his level, a local nouveau riche businessman, wasn't even qualified to meet Conrad in person. The only place he'd ever seen him was on the covers of financial magazines.
Yet now... this untouchable titan of the capital had just respectfully called the daughter Henry
