Once again, Max had decided to stay at Aron's place for the night. The apartment felt less like a friend's home and more like a fortress, but at least it gave him peace of mind. When he woke the next morning, he knew he had quite the day ahead of him.
The papers had already been signed on the Billion Bloodline's side. The contracts were finalized, the agreements stamped, and the amount, ten million, had been transferred directly out of his account.
The moment the funds vanished, Max felt it physically. The connection between his strength and his money was always there, and even though he was used to it by now, that sudden dip still made him feel slightly weaker, as though his body had lost a layer of vitality. He clenched his fist a few times to test it, yes, there was still plenty of power inside him, but the balance had shifted.
