were invited here by my mother and my sister to discuss a… rather ambitious financial partnership.”
Keating frowned slightly, adjusting his gold-rimmed spectacles, sensing the sudden shift in the atmosphere. “Yes. Mrs. Sterling and Mr. Weller presented us with an extraordinary memorandum of understanding yesterday afternoon. They claimed their boutique firm held a controlling equity stake in the Opeline flagship properties, and they were seeking a fifty-million-dollar short-term liquidity facility to expand the brand into the Asian market.”
Keating turned his gaze toward Eleanor, his expression sharpening into the ruthless,