Chapter 479 – What The F?
Lux leaned back, one hand on the armrest, the other smoothing the line of his lapel.
And then—
He saw him.
Jeremy Delmar.
Standing near the edge of the auction platform, flanked by two assistants. Tall, handsome in a money-spent-well kind of way. Glossy brown hair. Too-white smile. And eyes?
Locked.
Right.
On.
Lux.
Shock. Pure, unfiltered "what the fuck" stared back at him.
Lux gave him nothing.
Not a nod.
Not even a smirk.
Just that same calm deadpan, the kind that came from years of being born into a kingdom where affection was weaponized and love was something you bought in quarterly reports.
Jeremy's mouth moved.
Lux read it perfectly.
"Why is he here?"
Sira casually adjusted her neckline.
"He's looking," she said under her breath, not even hiding her grin.
"Let him," Lux replied. "He thought he could isolate you."
"Well," she purred, "I am very isolatable."
