Chapter 357 – Get The Hell Out of My Windshield!
"Here's the deal," Lux said finally. "If you're here to talk, talk. If you're here to guilt-trip me, save it. I've got better things to do—like shopping for Sira."
Zavros blinked, startled by the absurdity of it.
Lux grinned, cruel and sweet. "Yeah. That's right. I'm on vacation. So unless you've got a signed apology backed by three witnesses and notarized in infernal blood, get the hell out of my windshield."
And for the first time in a very long time, Zavros had no comeback.
Zavros stood there, looking less like the gilded Lord of Greed and more like a man stripped down to raw ledger lines and unpaid balances.
Lux drummed his fingers on the wheel, sharp and impatient, like the ticking of a clock counting down the seconds until the next hostile takeover.
