"So what do you say?"
Liora leaned forward on her elbows, the dim café light tracing the edge of her jawline as she sighed.
"If you don't like my terms… then I can change them for you."
Lucius took a quiet breath, coffee still warm in his hand.
For a moment, he didn't answer.
His eyes drifted toward the window.
"There's no need for that," he said at last.
Liora blinked, caught off guard by how easily he turned her down.
Lucius leaned back, letting the chair creak slightly beneath him.
Sure, what she was offering was tempting… more tempting than most men could handle. But he wasn't just any man.
In his mind, he pictured the faces of the women who already filled his life.
Luna… A future billionaire, practically printing money in her basement. She was his walking investment, and she didn't even know it.
Then Emilia… She was a heroine who would someday inherit the GUILD and dominate entire regions.
A little perverted? Sure. But that was part of her charm.
