Alexandra's eyes flickered with astonishment. Destin Saint's offer was tempting beyond reason, yet she was not someone who could be blinded by riches—especially when the man before her possessed a Universal Godly Scripture. Such generosity was never without hooks.
It felt like bargaining with destiny itself… a deal with the devil.
"Since Sir Destin Saint has so much influence and resources, I really would like to know what exactly you want in return," Alexandra said coldly, voice steady. "Let's just be transparent, because we both know this kind of offer always comes with strings."
Destin Saint did not appear offended. If anything, the faceless figure in front of her seemed to smile faintly, as though her suspicion had already been accounted for in some unseen calculation.
