The blood rushed to my cheeks, but I met his gaze steadily, tilting my head ever so slightly. "Thank you," I said smoothly, letting my lips curve into a soft, knowing smile. "It's always nice to be appreciated."
Before he could reply, another voice entered the conversation—deep, rich, and laced with intrigue.
"It's not just appreciation—it's admiration."
I turned to find a slightly older gentleman, his salt-and-pepper hair lending him an air of distinction. He extended his hand, his gaze sharp with curiosity.
"I don't believe we've met. I'm Charles Renwick."
Renwick. My mind spun at the name. One of the biggest investors in Dad's company?
I masked my surprise with a perfectly poised smile, slipping my hand into his. "Hermia Blackwood," I introduced myself, my voice steady despite the rapid thrum of my heart.
"Ah, Blackwood," Charles echoed, recognition sparking in his eyes. "I must say, you've certainly inherited a flair for making an impression."
