“The Vance Group is not the sole investor in this rescue package.”

Vivian blinked, her brow furrowing. “What do you mean?”

“The funding is being handled by a syndicate,” Vance explained.

“A syndicate that was recently acquired by a much larger holding company.”

“I am merely a representative here tonight.”

“The final decision on whether to approve your loan lies with the primary investor.”

Vivian’s face went pale. “The primary investor?”

“Who is it?” she demanded. “Is it someone from the capital?”

“I will pay them whatever interest rate they want.”

“We can restructure the collateral.”

“I do not think you understand,” Vance said softly.

“The person who holds the debt also holds the title to your shipping licenses.”

“If they decline the loan tonight, they will own your company by tomorrow morning.”

Claire gasped, dropping her lipstick onto the floor.

It rolled across the carpet, stopping near my table.

Nobody noticed.

“But who is this person?” Vivian whispered, her voice shaking.

“They must be here tonight,” she said, looking around the room wild-eyed.

“Lotus Bay is a playground for billionaires.”

“They must be attending the gala.”