“Mr. Slater? He’s been out of the industry for seven years! Why return now—and for Loren’s team?”
“Looks like he’s fallen for her, huh?”
“Genius recognizes genius.”
“Loren’s luck is unreal!”
Loren stood in the glow of it all, radiant under the spotlight. She gave me a deliberate smile—sweet, smug, triumphant.
“Mr. Slater really has good taste,” she said with a self-satisfied tilt of her head. “He knows our project has the most market potential.”
She turned to the assistant. “I wonder when we’ll get to meet Mr. Slater in person? Our team would love to thank him.”
The assistant bowed slightly. “Mr. Slater is currently unavailable. When the time is right, he’ll meet you.”
Then, turning to me with mock sympathy, Loren added with a soft sigh, “Oh, sister… I guess your team won’t be getting any investment. That’s such a shame.”
Her voice dipped into false concern. “After all, who in Las Vegas doesn’t know how powerful the Slater Family is? I mean, business is business, but you’re still my sister…”
I turned to Arthur, desperate for even a flicker of explanation.
But his eyes never left her.