He paused, eyes gleaming. "When the fence eats the crops..." His grin widened. "And just like that, your kind will perish. Fate has already chosen!"
Maximilian's pen froze the moment he heard it.
He didn't say a word. He stood up at once, slid the notebook into his pocket, and left the interrogation room in a hurry. His steps were quick and sharp, as if something had already made up his mind for him.
The elevator doors opened just as he reached them.
Alan, the head butler, was standing inside, calm as ever, holding a tray with a small bowl filled with red and blue candies. Nothing about him looked out of place.
Maximilian stepped in. His gaze stayed cold and focused as he reached for the bowl and picked up a red candy.
For anyone watching, it meant nothing.
But in that simple choice, a message was passed—quiet, hidden, and understood without a single word spoken.
