Nobody spoke.
The room had become impossibly still.
The succession document lay open on the desk.
Every person stared at it.
Every person trying to understand what they were seeing.
Because the name listed as the future owner of Sinclair Holdings wasn't Chanel Sinclair.
It wasn't her father.
It wasn't Isabelle.
And it certainly wasn't anyone standing inside this room.
For the first time since arriving at the mansion, Chanel looked completely shaken.
Not angry.
Not defensive.
Shaken.
Her eyes remained fixed on the page.
Unable to move away from it.
Unable to process it.
"Who is that?"
Her voice barely rose above a whisper.
Adrian looked equally confused.
"I've never heard that name before."
Victor blinked.
Then blinked again.
"Please tell me we're not discovering another secret child."
Nobody laughed.
Which worried him.
A lot.
Elena folded her arms.
"This document is dated six years ago."
Dante's gaze sharpened immediately.
Six years.
Not recent.
