At that moment, upon hearing what Abigail's father just said—that the lady standing before them was none other than Lisa, the goddess… the investment goddess Mr. Jackson froze. His eyes widened, his breath caught, and for a second, the entire room seemed to fall into a thick, unsettling silence.
He blinked once. Then twice. As if trying to reboot his own mind.
"Did he just say Lisa?"
His lips barely parted, but no words came out. He felt his chest tighten. The name hit him like a slap to the face. That name Lisa—wasn't just a name thrown around carelessly in elite circles. It was a name that carried weight. Fear. Power. Respect. A name whispered in business corridors with reverence, like a legend. Lisa the woman whose investments could either raise a man's company to the skies or crush it into irrelevance with a single snap of her fingers.
Mr. Jackson staggered slightly, taking a small step back.
