The second Ravyn's expression darkened and that dangerous silence started spreading around them, Seraphine understood she had embarrassed him far more than she probably should have this time.
Embarrassing a powerful man in private was one thing, but humiliating him in a room filled with billionaires and Alphas who fed off hierarchy and dominance was something else entirely.
There was not a single person present strong enough to truly restrain Ravyn if he decided to retaliate.
The few Alphas who technically had the strength to challenge him were men who survived by staying in his good graces, loyal shadows who would never risk their positions for her. They would back him even if he was wrong.
And Ravyn, when cornered, was unpredictable.
She knew she could not overpower him physically. Raw strength had never been her advantage. What she had was precision, strategy, and the ability to destroy him in ways that did not require fists.
