Chapter 477 – Victory Denied
Time showed almost 11 AM.
The sun hit just the right angle through the mansion windows, casting those expensive, dappled shadows across the marble floor—the kind that screamed luxury and hush money. Lux was already suited up.
And did he look good.
The dark emerald suit clung to his frame like it was painted on by sin itself—tailored to every line of his body. The obsidian trim caught the light only when he moved, like shadows teasing at his edges. And the gold pin of House Vaelthorn at his lapel? Discreet. Deadly. Pure authority.
His shirt was black silk, collar popped just enough to be provocative without trying. No tie. Just open throat, sharp jawline, and that untouchable aura of 'money can't buy this—but it'll try.'
And beside him?
Sira.
