Lucent returned home only late at night.
“You made quite the grand debut.”
When he spoke roughly as he loosened the scarf around his neck, Leon answered immediately.
“I will investigate Blanca de Adrid’s upcoming schedule.”
“In addition, look for a painter with the same style as that bastard.”
“Pardon? Ah……! I will find one right away.”
Leon had now reached the point where he could tell what Lucent wanted just by looking at his eyes.
“President, where should the painting be……?”
“For now, have it stored in the bank’s warehouse.”
Lucent lit a cigar and headed to the terrace.
The Regal Club had given him a fullness of satisfaction, but he had also personally experienced the proverb that good things come with a hitch.
‘I should have ground that bastard’s fingers to powder in Haven.’
He regretted deeply that he had not.
Blanca’s sinister voice circled in his ears.…
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