"Keep the jade box, you say? Hmph. Whether I choose to keep it or return it to you is entirely my decision to make. What gives you the authority to demand it from me? Because you have numbers? Because you planned a betrayal?"
His expression became even colder, his smile turning into something predatory. "I find it rather amusing that you would threaten me while simultaneously asking for my cooperation. Do you genuinely believe I'm foolish enough to think you'd let me walk away alive regardless of what I do with this box?"
Vogue's tone shifted, becoming openly mocking now: "Please. I may appear young, but I'm not stupid. You've already demonstrated your willingness to betray century-old friendships for profit. What makes you think I'd trust a promise from someone like you? The moment Marcus falls, I become your next target whether I hand over this box or not. At least if I keep it, I have something you desperately want—which gives me leverage."
