As soon as Reynald stepped inside, he was met with that familiar casino atmosphere — the constant clink of coins, the thick smell of tobacco smoke hanging in the air, and the hum of conversation mixed with bursts of laughter. He walked with steady, confident strides, following the guard toward the exclusive section that lay at the heart of this place — the real purpose behind the casino's facade.
The guard knocked twice before opening the door. "Master, Duke Florence is here to see you."
Inside, the room was far quieter than the noisy chaos outside. Schnee sat behind her desk, and her eyes locked straight onto Reynald the moment he walked in. They widened slightly, clear surprise written all over her face.
"Brother…?!" Her voice held a note of disbelief, as if she never expected him to show up without sending word first. But that surprise quickly shifted into a knowing smirk. She leaned back in her chair, watching him with keen interest.
