Chapter 258 – His Infernal Servants
He let the words sink in, then added, voice steel under silk, "Take the money. Gather your belongings. Leave any keys, badges, or codes on this table before you go. This mansion is mine now, and it will run my way."
For a heartbeat, no one moved. Then the maid whispered, "Five years…" like she couldn't believe her ears.
The butler tried again, voice cracking. "Sir, this is… highly irregular. Most employers would—"
Lux cut him off with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Most employers aren't me."
The stacks of cash seemed to glow under the chandelier, their weight filling the room with the intoxicating scent of ink and cotton. To mortals, money wasn't just power—it was oxygen. And Lux had just handed them enough to breathe freely for half a decade.
One by one, the disbelief cracked into something else. Greed. Relief. Gratitude edged with awe.
