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That nothing had happened to her. Before I started considering whether I needed to incapacitate anyone or start World War III. "What is this meeting about?" I asked finally, my voice cold. "Last I checked, you hated my guts." Grayson's lips twitched with something that might've been amusement. "And last I checked," he replied, walking toward the chair opposite me and sitting down with the kind of grace that came from years of power, "you bought a company for over a billion dollars and handed it to me like it was nothing. So tell me, Zane. Why?"

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“Still trying to draw that blank page into submission?” Lena jumped slightly at the sound of Zane’s voice. He stood by the staircase, suit jacket slung over one shoulder, sleeves rolled to his elbows, shirt open at the collar. His hair was tousled in that purposeful, post-meeting way, but his eyes—those piercing grey eyes—were on her, concerned and soft. She gave a half-smile. “The page is winning today.” He crossed the room and sat beside her, his thigh brushing against hers. “You’ve been in your head a lot lately.”

Facing him and watching him as he drove. Zane curved his lips and responded to Naevia, "I'm going to sell it out. I can't stay in that kind of mansion. It has so many bad tastes. Don Phill's personality is all over that place. I'll sell it once those cops are done with their clean up." Zane drove ahead with speed. Naevia hummed at his words. She too didn't want them staying there, because it'll only remind her of Don Phill's irritating face.

All of them radiated that same energy—lethal, quiet, and completely unbothered by my existence. Until they weren’t. Zane drove into the garage. Not a garage, really. A damn showroom. Twelve high-end cars behind enchanted glass, each one shimmering faintly with warding sigils. Black Mercedes, of course. But also vintage beauties and something that looked like it could outrun time itself. I swallowed. “Come out,” Zane said as stepped out of the car. I noticed Lucien also packing. I followed him, my heartbeat loud in my ears.

Zane was strikingly handsome, exuding an imposing aura. At the sight of him, both Rowan and Barney instantly shrank back, respectfully greeting him, "Uncle Cromwell." Zane glanced at them. "What are you two doing here? Why aren’t you at the Crawford family’s place?" That question made both Rowan and Barney feel guilty. But Zane wasn’t in the mood to care about other people’s sons. Master Dawnshade was absent, so he hadn’t stayed long at the vintage shop either. Instead, he had brought some managers to survey the market. He was already frustrated about the Crawford family’s situation—

The weird exchange with the cute waitress seemed to be over. Trey traded the wine list for Zane’s zippered leather case. He opened it, pulled out the stack of bound pages, and flipped through them. Though his movements were swift, Zane knew his friend was reading. As he did, his expressive lips began curving. “You want to call your business The Bad Boys Club?” “It conveys a feeling. Exclusive but still fun.” “I agree.” Trey turned a few pages back and forth. “This is a big plan, Zane. A magazine. Luxury vacation properties.” His saturnine eyebrows quirked. “A fleet of fractional jets?”

Forget it! I opened the door wider and stepped into the dark room. The thick blinds were pulled shut, blocking the light from the window. The entire room reeked of him, the smell was overwhelming that it could easily subdue any other fragrance, mine included. The room was even darker from the dim paint with a few traces of gold. A shelf stood at the corner, filled with-- books? I walked to it, my footsteps silent against the floor. I pulled out a book, I never knew the jerk and psychotic Zane was into books.

Zane voiced and I felt hollowed out. “Don't patronise me, Zane!” But Zane headed straight for the shelves, arranging some old ledgers with meticulous fingers. Then he took one from the shelf, turned a page and put it back. I clenched my fists by my sides. "Pay attention to me," I ordered, taking a step closer. Zane ignored me completely. He took another book and inspected its cover before bringing it over to the large drawer in the desk. He put the books into the drawer and closed it with a push of his hip.