(Evelina's POV—Vinter Corporation Port—Warehouse Interior)
The warehouse smelled like cold metal, motor oil… and fresh danger.
I walked beside Theo as if stepping onto a runway paved with blood and gemstones. Rowan trailed half a step behind me—silent, alert, and ready to stab someone with a clipboard if needed.
10,000 gold coins.
He actually agreed to it. He actually called someone to bring it. Did this man have a functioning brain cell?
Well… apparently not. He had power instead. And too much of it.
But I didn't have time to dwell. Because the moment we entered the inner warehouse, Theo stopped walking.
Rowan stopped walking.
I stopped walking.
Because sitting on a massive wooden pallet… was a literal gold chest. Like a pirate treasure dropped out of a fantasy RPG.
And a man—Liam, probably—stood beside it, sweating buckets.
"Boss," he stammered, "10,000 real gold coins delivered… as requested."
Holy shit.
He actually did it.
