"What do you intend to do with my sister?"
Sorlon's demeanor changed. Originally appearing somewhat lazy from a few days of enjoying life, resembling a young man as relaxed as a sleeping lynx, his gaze sharpened, and a murderous aura emerged from him.
"I have no interest in your sister; she holds no value for me. But just because I'm not interested doesn't mean others aren't.
Especially your existence, which increases your sister's value even more. Did you forget what Alexander just said to you? Did you think he was joking with you?"
Noah's lips curled with a hint of sarcasm. Even in the ideal world he constructed, countless desires lurked beneath the surface. All the beauty was merely superficial, and the core of it all was nothing but an exchange of interests.
