“It didn’t.”
The room went silent.
The next slide appeared.
A bank transfer.
Dated twenty-three years earlier.
Signed by Elena Silveira.
The amount was enormous.
Gasps erupted.
“That money came from my family’s holdings.”
Ricardo’s face turned pale.
The audience began exchanging stunned looks.
Some of the older investors already knew what the Silveira name meant.
Old money.
Power.
Generational wealth.
Influence.
