Eliot Harrington, the billionaire from the UK—the same man who had invested heavily into Silver Fashion and made it explode in the European market. He had always carried himself with pride, arrogance, and a kind of quiet power. But now, he was bowing.
Bowing. To Lorenzo.
"Good evening, Sir Lorenzo," Eliot greeted with deep respect.
Silver's mouth parted slightly in disbelief.
"Mr. Eliot," Lorenzo acknowledged with a slight nod, a small smirk tugging at his lips.
Eliot turned toward Silver with a warm smile. "Ms. Silver, good to see you again. Congratulations on your upcoming launch."
Silver tried to form words. "T-Thank you. I… didn't know you were…"
Eliot chuckled. "Working for Lorenzo? Yes. Everything I have—my company, my European expansion, my connections—it's all thanks to him. He backed me when no one else did. Without him, I wouldn't be who I am today."
