Chapter 125 A Strong Supporter

Chapter 125 A Strong Supporter

Seraphina’s chest rose and fell unevenly, shocked.

But then, she adjusted her posture quickly, masking the unsettling feelings that had just coursed through her.

She gently lowered Phoenix from her arms before rising to her feet.

Dylan stepped forward at that exact moment, then extended his hand toward her.

“It’s finally nice to meet you, Miss Seraphina Moreau.”

For a brief second, Seraphina hesitated.

Then, slowly, she placed her hand in his. The contact was brief, but grounding.

Before anything more could be said, Mr. Kael’s voice cut sharply through the room.

“Mr. Dylan, she’s not meant to be here,” he said, his tone thick with disapproval. “She has no experience running a company. None whatsoever.”

Dylan turned to face him slowly, his expression unchanged. “And why do you think that I chose to invest in this company by buying shares in the first place?”

A quiet ripple moved across the room.

Seraphina listened closely, her brows knitting with confusion. This stituation of Dylan emerging here in her company still felt surreal to her.

Dylan moved his gaze from Kael to her. “I invested because of Seraphina Moreau.”

The murmurs grew louder now, circling the room like restless whispers.

Dylan remained composed, his voice commanding attention as he went on.

“I had heard about her long before all of this. And her rumored intellect had impressed me. I had always wanted to meet her. Ever since I was a teenager.”

His gaze flicked briefly toward Seraphina before returning to the board. “And when the news of her death came—shortly after her father’s—I made a decision.”

He paused, letting his words settle.

“I believed Talia was her sister. I believed the legacy had simply passed on within blood. So I invested, not because of confidence in leadership, but to honor what I thought was her lineage.”

Seraphina’s fingers curled slightly at her sides. She was starting to see things clearer for what it was.

Dylan continued, his tone shifting just enough to carry weight.

“But then I saw how things were being handled. I saw the cracks. The carelessness in how Talia and most of the executives handled this reputable company. I was already preparing to withdraw my shares.”

A heavy silence fell upon them.

“And then,” he added, his voice softer now but no less powerful, “Seraphina came back.”

Mr. Jackman stepped forward slightly, his interest piquing the more Dylan revealed.

“So your decision to remain with the Moreau Empire… is because of her?” He asked.

Dylan nodded once. “Ultimately.”

Mr. Jackman smiled. He couldn’t help it.

Seraphina swallowed, her throat tightening unexpectedly.

She hadn’t seen this coming. Especially, not from her high- school acquaintance. Dylan Wells.

Dylan’s gaze swept across the board members again.

“So, if maintaining my investment matters to any of you, then accepting Mrs. Seraphina Moreau as CEO shouldn’t be up for debate. Because she is the person I intend to work with.”

The weight of that statement settled like a final decision.

No one argued.

Instead, chairs shifted.

One by one, the men began to rise.

The meeting dissolved almost as quickly as it had tensed.

Seraphina stood there, stunned, her mind racing.

Just how much influence did Dylan hold here? How much of the company had he quietly secured?

Mr. Jackman leaned slightly toward her.

“I’ll be back,” he said, before following the others out.

And just like that—

It was only the three of them left in the boardroom.

Seraphina. Dylan. And Phoenix.

The silence felt different now. Lighter, but still quite heavy.

Seraphina turned slowly to him. “…Dylan?”

A small smile curved his lips. “One and only.”

Her voice softened, almost disbelieving.

“You’ve been working with my father’s company all this time…”

“All in your honor, Seraphina,” he replied simply.

He took a seat opposite her, his posture relaxed, as though none of what had just happened required effort from him.

“Though,” he added, his gaze shifting to Phoenix, “the real highlight of today is finally meeting your little one.”

He opened his arms slightly, inviting him to his embrace.

Phoenix hesitated.

Seraphina leaned down toward him, her voice quiet, gentle despite the emotions swirling inside her.

“Go to him. He’s safe.”

There was a faint tremor in her voice, one she couldn’t fully hide.

Phoenix studied Dylan for a second longer before taking cautious steps forward.

Dylan simply reached out and took Phoenix’s small hand in his.

“I’m Dylan,” he said lightly, his eyes gleaming with admiration. “A friend of your mum.”

Phoenix tilted his head, studying him with a seriousness far beyond his age.

“A good friend?” he asked.

Seraphina almost laughed, the sound slipping out before she could stop it.

“Yes. A very good friend with a very bright intention for your mother.”  Dylan answered amusingly.

“You won’t see the end of it,” Seraphina said, shaking her head. “Phoenix has a very smart mouth.”

Dylan chuckled softly. “I like him already.”

He ruffled Phoenix’s hair gently, and the boy broke into a grin before returning to Seraphina’s side.

Dylan leaned back, his expression now concentrated on Seraphina.

“I know you have questions,” he said. “But everything I said earlier is true.”

Seraphina blinked, still trying to process everything he had said.

“You didn’t mention any of this… when we met at the estate.”

His lips tilted. “I wanted it to be a surprise.

She let out a slow breath, her thoughts tangled.

“I don’t even know what to think about you being a shareholder here.”

“You should think of it as a good thing,” Dylan replied calmly. “I never forgot you. Not once. When the news of your death came, it… wasn’t easy to accept. I didn’t know it was staged. Didn’t know you were going through…a lot.”

Her gaze softened.

“So I supported what I thought was your legacy… even if it was under the wrong leadership.”

He paused briefly.

“I would have left eventually. Talia lacked discipline. She blurred too many lines between business and… personal indulgence.”

Seraphina didn’t respond. That sounded like Talia and she wasn’t surprised.

“But I stayed,” he added, his eyes meeting hers again. “Because of you.”

She swallowed.

“And when Julian Thorne announced your return… and proposed to you publicly,” Dylan continued, a faint smile ghosting his lips, “It was… surreal.”

Seraphina’s fingers tightened slightly against her dress.

“I wanted to reach out,” he said quietly. “But you were engaged. And I had no intention of creating the wrong impression.”

He paused, then— “I doubt Julian would have appreciated that either.”

Seraphina exhaled slowly, relief washing through her in quiet waves.

Having someone like Dylan on her side—someone powerful, and familiar, felt like finally finding solid ground after days of sinking.

“It’s… good to know,” she said softly even though she had a lot to say. But she only wanted to focus on the things that truly mattered. And a lot were still hanging around her neck, Julian and this company being the center of it.

Dylan’s expression softened just a fraction.

“You don’t have to pretend to be strong all the time, Sera,” he said. “If anyone here tries to make things difficult for you… I’ll handle it.”

Seraphina closed her eyes briefly.

Just for a second, letting that reassurance settle.

Then she opened them again.

Dylan reached into his pocket just then and pulled out a sealed white envelope.

He extended it toward her.

“You should read this when you get home.”

Seraphina stared at it, then at Dylan.

“What that?”

“A very important information that will be helpful to you…” Then he lowered his voice. “…And your search for Samantha.”