"My Prince, God Wolf; please help us set things right." Evelyn pleaded, her voice a practiced melody of desperation and self-pity. She looked utterly pleased with her performance, oblivious to the monstrous presence she addressed.
'Is this girl truly this stupid? Even in the presence of a God Rank warrior?' Lewis thought, his own fear escalating. His attempts to salvage the situation with flattery felt pathetic.
Sunny gave a minimal nod, his expression unreadable, and took the card back. "It seems there is no need for this."
"God... God Wolf? Why? Why are you doing this?" Ethan stammered, the realization of Sunny's true powers paralyzing him. The loss of the half-trillion deal was a distant tremor compared to the seismic shift in the room.
"I planned to employ your family, because I thought you all were good-hearted—a necessary quality for the type of trust I demand. But I was wrong," Sunny stated, his gaze a cold weight on Ethan.
