Chapter 194 – Not a Hobby Creep
The suite lights glowed on. Soft ambient gold, warm wood, tall windows overlooking the skyline.
He walked straight to the minibar, poured himself a glass of infused water, and collapsed onto the velvet couch like a man who'd just survived a tax audit with his soul intact.
The cold citrus-rose liquid hit his tongue with a bite, sharp and clean. Just enough to remind him he wasn't dead yet. Just tired. Irritated. Mentally flipping off the world with one hand while the other tried to file reports in alphabetical order.
Lux closed his eyes, exhaled through his nose, and muttered, "I hate people."
[Including beautiful heiresses?]
"Except them. But I don't like that fox girl."
[Would you like Corvus to handle Miss Ninevyn? He could forge a scandal. Or a traffic violation. Or a sudden visa rejection if you're feeling petty.]
Lux opened one eye, deadpan. "No. That's just an inconvenience. She's not worth the RAM."
