The moment Grant said those words, the whole room froze.
It was like the music had stopped again, even though we were already off stage. People didn't even know how to breathe properly. Their faces stayed stuck in shock, mouths half-open, eyes wide.
Yenick looked like his mind had gone blank. He stared at Lincy as if the floor had shifted under him. Their families had known each other for years, so if Lincy wasn't Grant's daughter… then who was she?
The crowd turned in waves.
And then, all at once, their eyes swung to me.
Something clicked loudly in the room like a lock snapping open.
"So Riley is the real heiress!"
"Oh my God, Riley is the real one!"
"No wonder she always begs me for milk tea," someone blurted, half angry, half embarrassed. "I used to think, how can an heiress be this broke?"
Another voice cut in fast. "She borrowed twenty thousand from me a few days ago!"
