"I'll be willing to pay as much as two hundred million." Johan's bold declaration made Isolde's eyes widen.
If she were honest, a Titled god's core was worth that amount at the least.
'Twenty percent of whatever his guild gains from every raid will be more lucrative. It would give us a chance against Michael's financial stranglehold of the Blacks, but it's Godfrey's call. Should I go?'
She pursed her lips.
'No. It's his offer.'
"I'll speak with him. No promises, though." Isolde responded. "I'll give you a call when I have his response."
Johan agreed and left the island shortly after. Pendragon Island was a dungeon in Staten Island. On the ferry, returning to Manhattan, Johan looked at the dark sky.
Although the sky had been dark for a while now, the lights of the skyscrapers, street lamps, and cars lit up the island.
