think it can’t be opened by someone like me?”
The room went silent. The laughter abruptly ceased, as if someone had pressed a mute button. The executives exchanged glances, unsure whether to laugh again, frown, or just wait for the billionaire’s reaction.
The billionaire himself paused, the smirk faltering on his lips. He hadn’t expected the boy to respond, much less with such a poised, thought-provoking question. His expression wavered between amusement and confusion, as if he was trying to determine what exactly had just happened.
“You’re a clever one, aren’t you?” the billionaire finally said, trying to regain his composure. “It’s just a game, kid. No need to overthink it.”
The boy nodded, his eyes never leaving the man’s. “But you must think it’s possible, right? Otherwise, why would you offer the money?”
