Hearing that they were about to leave, Vincent immediately turned to his adjutant.
"Adjutant, escort Sylas and the two ladies out."
"Yes, sir!"
The adjutant stepped forward at once, gesturing for them to proceed.
As Yilan followed beside Bree, she kept glancing back over her shoulder, again and again—her gaze lingering on Vincent with undisguised reluctance.
It was enough to make Vincent feel faintly nauseated.
The moment they left, Xarion emerged from the lounge.
His eyes fell on the six spatial rings resting on the table. Without hesitation, he picked one up and slipped it onto his finger.
Then he turned to Vincent.
"I helped you out quite a bit this time. One of these belongs to me, right?"
Vincent nodded. "You do deserve a share."
Then he extended his hand. "The one you're wearing—that's yours. Hand it over."
Xarion stared at Vincent, utterly speechless.
"You just said it's mine. Why should I give it back to you?"
That was what he had earned.
