Linara glanced condescendingly at Rowan, a university professor. Still, her voice was soft as she replied, “No, you
both go
go on.”
Rowan felt a pang of disappointment but didn’t argue.
As they strolled through the garden, Rowan finally broke the silence. “Why don’t you just tell everyone you’re the ‘Stock Whiz‘?”
Seraphina shrugged. “I never thought it’d come to this. Besides, that nickname doesn’t mean much to me.”
“Seriously? You’re not going to tell anyone?” Rowan asked, his disbelief evident.
“Relax. You’re the ‘Stock Whiz‘–not me, Seraphina. By the way, I need a small favor.” Seraphina replied with a sly smile.
Puzzled, Rowan asked, “What kind of favor?”
Seraphina explained, “Don’t tell anyone I trade stocks–not my parents or sister. My dad still dreams of his daughters being homemakers, tending flowers, and hosting tea parties. He wouldn’t be thrilled to know I’m making moves in the financial world.”
Rowan frowned, feeling both puzzled and a little sad for her. “Though Uncle Oberon raised Aidan, he’s not even his real son. Why wouldn’t he let you take over the family business? You’re his actual daughter.”
Seraphina’s smile didn’t waver, but a flicker of something unreadable crossed her face. In her past life, she had the same question. Yet this time, she knew better.
She was never really their daughter. How could she expect to inherit the Whitewood Group?
Seraphina replied, “Some things never change, Rowan. People still think men belong in the boardroom and women belong in the garden. Same reason no one believes a woman could be the ‘Stock Whiz.”
“If you want, I can back you up and tell everyone the truth,” Rowan offered earnestly.
Seraphina chuckled, shaking her head. “Oh, Rowan, you’re too sweet. If I cared about public opinion, I would’ve claimed the spotlight ages ago.”
It finally clicked for Rowan. She isn’t hiding because she lacks ambition–she just doesn’t care about the applause.
“Well then, I guess I’m stuck being the ‘Stock Whiz. My future billionaire status depends on
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you, my genius cousin,” Rowan joked, half–serious.
Seraphina smirked. “Don’t worry–I’ve got your back.”
Finished
Upstairs, Linara watched them through the window. Though she tried to appear indifferent, jealousy and a simmering need to outdo Seraphina flickered in her eyes.
At dinner, the family split into two tables–one for the elders and one for the younger crowd. Seraphina settled into her seat first. Rowan moved to join her, but Linara’s sweet, coaxing voice stopped him.
“Rowan, sit here with me! We haven’t had a proper chat in forever. I’ve got so many questions for you,” she insisted, her tone dripping with charm.
Rowan hesitated but eventually complied, glancing at Seraphina apologetically. She waved him off with a smile, showing she didn’t mind.
Amused, Seraphina leaned back and watched as Linara turned on the charm. The obvious flirtation wasn’t lost on Aidan, who watched with thinly veiled annoyance.
At the head table, Oberon stood and raised his glass. “Here’s to the New Year–cheers!”
Everyone stood up, clinked glasses, and sipped their drinks.
Meanwhile, Seraphina quietly tapped her fingers on the table and counted softly in her head. One… two… three…
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