Chapter 342 – Play Businessman
Naomi left first, her heels clicking against the marble like war drums.
Mira followed, glowing with dragon-blood confidence and muttering about how she was going to import infernal cosmetics into the mortal realm.
Rava came down last, still pouting that she hadn't gotten her full turn in the styling chair yet, but she went anyway, off to handle her ocean business.
Sira, of course, refused.
"Go play businessman," she said, lounging against the dining table in a robe so sheer it could've doubled as smoke. "I'm on vacation."
Lux pointed a finger at her like a man reminding a cat not to knock over a priceless vase. "No ruckus. If you drag the infernal realm into mortal news or any other chaos, you go straight back downstairs."
She rolled her eyes. "Yes, Dad."
"I mean it, Sira."
She smirked. "So do I."
And with that, he left her to her "fun." He knew better than to micromanage Pride incarnate.
