The Weight of a Promise
"Senior Sister, what's wrong? You don't look well. Are you feeling unwell?"
Leon's voice was gentle—almost concerned. Almost.
But the faint curve at the corner of his lips betrayed him.
He already knew exactly what was wrong.
Maya's fingers were clenched so tightly at her sides that her knuckles had gone pale. For someone who prided herself on composure, the crack in her expression was almost comical. Her carefully arranged scheme had just collapsed in front of her—and she had no one to blame but the man standing before her.
Leon watched her with quiet, shameless satisfaction.
ame but the man standing before her. Leon watched her with quiet, shameless satisfaction.
It had to be said—although Respected Zeon had only taught him for three short days before conveniently dying like a proper swindler—the treasures he left behind were unexpectedly useful.
The old fox might have been many things. Honest was not one of them.
But effective? Absolutely.
