Chaos erupted the moment the three Titans finished announcing their investment. Voices rose. Shoes shuffled. People leaned over one another, whispering urgently like they had just witnessed a royal coronation—or a public execution. The air trembled with disbelief.
“Why her?”
“What’s happening?”
“Did she hypnotize them?”
“A hundred million? Six hundred? For her?”
Even Emilia stood frozen, her mind spinning so loudly she could barely hear anything else. Her hands trembled slightly at her sides as she stared at the three men—Dominic, Alessandro, Armand still in shock that those numbers were meant for her.
But amid the storm of murmurs, only three pairs of eyes remained steady.
Alessandro.
Armand.
Dominic.
All three men simultaneously shifted their gazes toward the far end of the hal
