THE HIDDEN HEIRESS

r. He didn't say a word just stood there, flipping through a file with slow, deliberate movements, like he had all the time in the world. Lana kept her shoulders straight, refusing to let

ke in the revenue total," she said firmly. "Three million unaccounted for. Whoever prepared this didn't carry over the correct figures from the previous quarter." Damian's eyes flickered with something unreadable as he picked up the file. He glanced at the page she had marked, his expression remaining cold and unreadable. Then, after a long pause, he smirked. "Not bad," he murmured. Lana didn't react to the backhanded compliment. She knew better than to expect anything more from him. But just as she was about to turn and leave, Damian leaned forward, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "You got lucky, Lana. But luck doesn't get you far in this business." Lana met his gaze head-on. "It wasn't luck. It was skill." His smirk deepened, but before he could say anything else, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, his entire demeanor shifting in an instant. Lana caught the name flashing on the phone before he turned it away. Lawrence Carter. The name rang a bell-a high-profile investor, one of Wolfe Corporation's biggest partners. Damian's jaw tightened as he answered the call. "Carter," he said coolly. Lana couldn't hear what was being said on the other end, but she could tell from the sudden tension in Damian's shoulders that it wasn't good news. Then, without warning, his eyes flicked to her. "Stay," he ordered before pressing a button to put the call on speaker. "Damian," Lawrence Carter's voice came through, clipped and urge