Selling the Lion's Den
Bear's eyes locked onto Julian the moment he stepped into the lobby of Lunar Citadel.
For a split second, killing intent flickered in his pupils—raw and undisguised.
He sneered.
"Well, if it isn't Young Master Julian? Haven't seen you in a few days, and your hotel's business is in the dumps?"
The lobby felt colder.
Julian didn't blink. His golden eyes remained steady, but his jaw tightened just enough to suggest anger.
"Thanks to President Bear bringing people to cause trouble every day!" Julian shot back, voice edged with irritation.
Bear spread his hands lazily.
"No choice. The deceased was a high-ranking executive of Bear Group. I have to fight for her rights."
He grinned as he said it—openly admitting he was behind the chaos.
Julian's gaze sharpened.
"Do you really think the D'Aurelius Family in Valemont can be easily bullied by Bear Group?"
His tone dropped, carrying weight.
Bear laughed harshly.
