Seraphina Quinn met his gaze and said calmly, "When you're trying to make a living in the lion's den, you naturally learn a few survival instincts."
Her statement was an answer to Damian Fairchild's first question.
"As for why I look unwell, it's not because I'm overworked. It's simply from a lack of sleep."
Damian Fairchild looked down to adjust his cuffs, his tone nonchalant. "So, Miss Yara, you've gone to all the trouble of traveling a thousand miles to Aurelium to find me. For what, exactly?"
"I'd like to have a talk with you, Mr. Fairchild."
Damian Fairchild looked up, his unfathomable phoenix eyes fixed on her.
"What is there to talk about? Didn't Luminous Media already take twenty million in investment from Elias Sommers? Since you've already made your choice, Miss Yara, what's the point of appearing here now?"
On her way to Quinn Manor, Charles Winslow had told Seraphina over the phone that Elias Sommers's twenty million had already been transferred.
