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“Perhaps I've found the one,” Dominic murmured, his deep timbre laced with an uncharacteristic vulnerability.
Lucian arched a brow, surprise flickering across his refined features. “Love at first sight? From Dominic Davenport?” A disbelieving chuckle escaped his lips. “I never thought I'd see the day.”
Xavier knew they were all thinking it: none of them had loved anyone since their mother, Emily. Her loss was a wound time refused to heal. But Asa—she seemed to bring something back to life within them all, an ember long since thought cold.
Marco Bianchi strode into the room, catching Xavier's eye. As the lead of security and chief investigator for Davenport Enterprises, Marco was a figure of unwavering loyalty and discretion, the brothers' most trusted confidant. His smooth shaved head accentuated the ruggedness of his features, while the tailored cut of his dark suit strained against the bulk of his muscular frame.
With a deferential bow, Marco greeted the triplets. “Sirs.”
Dominic leaned forward, his gaze locked on him, sharp and focused. “You got it?”
A curt nod was Marco's only response as he handed Dominic a folder, the contents no doubt containing sensitive information. “Everything is in there, sir.”
Dominic accepted the file, dismissing Marco with a subtle gesture. The man pivoted on his heel and exited the room.
Xavier watched with keen interest as Dominic cracked open the file, his eyes scanning the contents with intense scrutiny. Curiosity burned within him, his mind whirring with possibilities of what the report might reveal.
Lucian leaned forward, his brow furrowed. “What's the report about?”
“The Whitmores,” Dominic replied, his tone clipped.
Lucian's lips curved into a knowing smirk. “So you're serious about her after all.”
Finished with the report, Dominic extended it toward Lucian, who accepted it eagerly. As his brother's eyes raked over the pages, a low whistle escaped his lips. Xavier couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He shifted closer, snatching the file from Lucian's grasp with a deft movement. His brother chuckled in amusement, but Xavier was too engrossed to notice, his gaze devouring every detail about Asa Whitmore. Soon, his eyes narrowed as he read the contents of the report, the disdain for Asa's adoptive parents growing with every line. He glanced up at his brothers, his gaze icy, mirroring the chill that had settled in his chest.
“The Whitmores are nothing but social climbers. They've raised Asa like some sort of… trophy.”
Lucian shook his head in disbelief. “The audacity of them, treating her like a pawn for their selfish gains.”
Dominic leaned back in his chair, his jaw clenched tight. “They've adopted her for the optics, not out of any genuine affection. It's despicable.”
Lucian folded his arms across his chest, his silver eyes hardening. “They're looking for the best suitor for Asa now that she's eighteen and out in society. They want to trade her off like she's some kind of commodity.”
Xavier flipped through the pages until a particular section caught his attention—a list of Asa's extracurricular activities that her adoptive parents were unaware of. He paused, tracing the words with a finger as he read aloud.
“She attends secret singing and dance classes, performs at private shows in underground clubs under the moniker SilverButterfly.” The corner of his mouth quirked upward, admiring her defiance. “Clever girl.”
Lucian chuckled, leaning forward with interest. “Our little omega has a rebellious streak. I like it.”
A softness flickered in Dominic's eyes, an expression that vanished as quickly as it appeared. “That takes courage,” he said, “to defy them like that.”
“And she has a channel on StreamBeat,” Xavier continued, scanning further down the page. “SilverButterfly… It's filled with videos of her singing and dancing.” He tapped the report, a small smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. “She yearns for freedom—just look at her choice of name.”
Lucian leaned forward to peek at the screen captures included in the file, a low whistle escaping him. “Her voice… I admit it's something all right, even to garner so much attention from both underground and StreamBeat.” He chuckled. “Makes me wonder if we should acquire StreamBeat.”
Xavier leaned back, considering the potential of acquiring the social media platform. “It's the world's leading digital platform for showcasing creative talents,” he explained. “Artists and performers can live stream, share videos, interact with fans—it's a content creator's dream. The stock is currently valued at around two billion dollars, but I'd bet we could triple that within a year if we implemented some key optimizations.”
His mind whirred with possibilities, ideas for refining the user experience and leveraging StreamBeat's robust analytics to better promote emerging talents. “Just like we did with ChicShare.”
Lucian nodded, a glint of approval in his silver eyes. ChicShare was the premier social media platform for fashion and beauty influencers, a digital catwalk where trends were born and style icons reigned supreme. Under Davenport Enterprises' guidance, the platform had flourished, its value skyrocketing as new features and partnerships elevated the user experience.
“Speaking of ChicShare,” Lucian said, “Louise Sterling is one of the top fashion icons on there. An alliance with her could give us a foothold to get closer to her brothers, Colton and Jaxon.”
The Sterling name carried significant weight, their enterprise a vast conglomerate with tentacles in nearly every major industry. Joining forces could exponentially expand Davenport Enterprises' reach and influence.
Dominic's brow furrowed, his gaze fixed on Xavier. “You can't be serious about acquiring StreamBeat just because Asa has a channel there.”
Xavier met his brother's scrutinizing look with an impassive expression, his voice level. “Since we're on the subject, why not take a look?” He tapped the remote, and the large screen flickered to life, bathing the room in a soft glow. With a few deft motions, he navigated to the StreamBeat app and entered Asa's channel name.
