The Thorne Heiress Unveiling Shadow novel Chapter 107

The seminar ended in a state of chaos. The investors, who had arrived ready to write checks, were now gathered in small, anxious groups, whispering furiously. Kaelen's public dismantling of Project Prometheus had been a brutal, masterful execution.

They moved from the cold auditorium to a heated outdoor terrace overlooking the snow-covered Alps. Waiters moved silently among the guests with trays of champagne. The mood was tense.

Seraphina Volkov was playing the part of the gracious host, but her smile was a brittle, painted-on thing. Her eyes, cold and sharp, scanned the crowd, ignoring the nervous investors who tried to catch her eye. She was hunting.

She found him near the edge of the terrace, looking out at the mountains. He was alone, a picture of calm, untouchable power.

She glided over to him, her movements smooth and deliberate.

"That was quite a performance, Kaelen," she said, her voice a low, dangerous purr.

He turned to look at her, his expression unreadable. "I was simply doing my due diligence, Seraphina. It's what any good investor would do."

"Of course," she said, taking a sip of her champagne. She moved a little closer, her tone becoming more intimate. "You know, this reminds me of our time at school. You were always so… direct. So willing to burn everything to the ground to get what you wanted. I always admired that about you."

She looked at him, her eyes filled with a fake, nostalgic warmth. "We were the same, you and I. We saw the world as it truly was. A place of power, for those strong enough to take it."

Kaelen said nothing. He just watched her, waiting.

She let out a small, delicate sigh. "That's why I don't understand… her."

Her gaze flickered across the terrace to where Evelyn was standing alone, politely observing the crowd.

"She's a child, Kaelen," Seraphina said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "A clever one, I'll grant you. But she's not one of us. She doesn't have your strength, your vision."

She took another step closer, her shoulder almost brushing his.

"A man like you needs an equal," she murmured, her eyes locking onto his. "A queen, not a… project you found in the dirt. She is not worthy of you."

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