Chapter 257 – You're Fired
The butler began leading him through corridors lined with art. Lux tilted his head at one particularly large painting of some forgotten duke.
"How much?" Lux asked casually.
The butler blinked. "Pardon, sir?"
"The painting. Auction value?"
The man hesitated, flustered. "I… I'm not certain, sir. Perhaps a few hundred thousand."
Lux smirked faintly. "It's a fake. It's worth about five hundred in reality. I need to replace it with something that doesn't look like he's judging me for my investment portfolio."
The butler swallowed. "Yes, sir."
They moved on. Room by room, Lux catalogued with precision.
Guest suites: decent, but needed soundproofing.
Kitchen: too mortal, but upgradeable.
Wine cellar: valuable but vulnerable. Needed both wards and insurance.
Pool: fine. Needed expansion. Maybe an underwater lounge for Rava.
