Chapter 1039 – Value [Part 1]
Adrian Delacour did not smile back. "All three."
Naomi's fingers tightened slightly around her teacup.
Celeste's gaze moved from her husband to Lux, then to Naomi, measuring the temperature of the room with the kind of quiet precision only mothers and assassins seemed to possess.
Adrian's eyes sharpened. "My daughter had a perfect life before you came."
Naomi's lips parted. "Dad—"
Lux lifted one hand slightly, stopping her.
Naomi looked at him, frustration and worry crossing her face, but she let him answer.
Lux turned back to Adrian. "Then I made your daughter's life more than perfect."
The room froze.
Adrian's face hardened so sharply Lux's system practically flinched.
[Adrian Delacour]
[Disapproval: 94%]
[Trust: 18%]
[Commentary: Bold statement detected. Perhaps too bold. Mortals sometimes dislike confidence when it resembles theft.]
Lux kept his smile.
Because yes, it sounded arrogant.
It was arrogant.
