Alaric's perfectly constructed mask finally cracked, revealing a fleeting flash of absolute stiffness.
He narrowed his eyes, truly assessing the impossibly young woman standing before him for the first time.
What did she know? Or was she simply so instinctively sharp that she saw right through his manipulation?
But Serena's radiant, flawless face betrayed nothing. She looked completely bored, as if her devastating accusation was nothing more than a passing thought.
Alaric's fingers twitched slightly at his sides.
*Impossible,* he thought. *Even if Serena Lancaster is a genius, she couldn't possibly know. The Sinclair family's ties to the Obsidian Sun are buried beneath miles of dark web encryption. She couldn't have found out. She's just being difficult.*
Regaining his footing, Alaric forced a wounded, gentle smile. "That is a terrible accusation, Miss Lancaster. Everything I do is purely for the public good."
"The public good?" Serena repeated the words lazily, her tone dripping with venom.
Despite her casual posture, Alaric felt a suffocating pressure, as if she could see every filthy secret hiding in his soul.
Clarissa Harrison added her sugary voice to the mix. "Please, Miss Lancaster. My father only wants to nurture your brilliance. The Harrison family has always elevated young talent. What you achieved in Severia is astounding. But raw talent isn't enough in the medical world. You need the heavy backing of a prestigious medical dynasty to validate your work. Accepting our guidance will only elevate you."
Her tone was nauseatingly sweet, but the sheer arrogance radiating from her was suffocating.
Serena's gaze slowly drifted over the Harrison father and daughter. A dark, terrifying amusement danced in her eyes.
"Let me guess. The Harrison family wants to be my mentor?"

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