Chapter 56

Graham Bellamy's reputation spanned continents, yet the genius remained surprisingly young - barely crossing into his forties.

His tall frame moved with effortless grace as he adjusted his frameless glasses. The moment the host concluded introductions, Graham ascended the stage to deafening applause.

Reaching the podium's center, his piercing gaze swept across the audience. Instant silence fell like a curtain.

"I appreciate the organizers' gracious invitation..." His voice carried effortlessly through the hall.

After brief pleasantries, he delivered a masterful analysis of the exhibition's highlights, offering sharp insights between measured praises. When Q&A began, only select company representatives earned his attention.

Dozens more raised hands went unanswered. Exactly thirty minutes after his arrival, Graham stepped down.

As the conference continued, Graham moved toward his reserved front-row seat. Every executive along the aisle rose to greet him, sparking visible envy among technical staff in rear sections.

Damien Harrington sat precisely where Graham would settle.

When the genius approached, both Damien and Selene Lancaster stood.

Damien extended his hand first. "Mr. Bellamy. It's been years."

They'd met over a decade prior during Damien's early career.

Graham's customary chill didn't thaw as they shook hands. "Indeed." His demeanor wasn't personal - even his own students received this frost.

Selene seized her moment. "Mr. Bellamy, Selene Lancaster. An honor." Her manicured hand lingered mid-air.

Graham granted her a fractional nod before his brief handshake ended the interaction. After acknowledging a few other approaching dignitaries, he took his seat.

Damien occupied Graham's right. An influential CEO immediately engaged Graham's left.

The genius participated just enough to avoid rudeness.

Damien appeared content simply listening to stage presentations.

Selene burned to converse with Graham but Damien's presence created an obstacle. She leaned closer, whispering, "Did you two have some... disagreement?"

Damien's lips curved. "No."

"Then why—"

Opportunities like this were vanishingly rare. Most would kill for five minutes with Graham Bellamy.

Yet Damien sat beside him like it meant nothing.

She considered asking to switch seats.

But Graham now conversed with the powerful executive. Interrupting to introduce herself might offend both men.

The idea died unspoken.

Then Damien murmured, "He thinks I'm mediocre."

Selene's breath caught. Surely she misheard.

But Damien's wry smile confirmed it. Yet he seemed... amused?

When he offered no elaboration, she let it drop.

As the event concluded, whispers spread - Graham wasn't leaving immediately.