Wings of Light, Wings of Ruin
Why did that sound familiar?
A few seconds later, realization struck Zain like a spark catching dry grass.
Evan.
Wasn't that the man President Cillian had mentioned in the Hello mesanger group chat recently?
The one who dared to compete with Young Master Julian for a woman?
Zain's eyes flickered subtly.
So it was him.
He had heard the gossip clearly. That bastard had dared to stand in front of Young Master Julian and contend for affection. And after President Cillian deliberately made things difficult for him, he was "promoted" and sent abroad as a regional manager.
A polite exile.
Zain's lips curled slowly.
Could it be… heaven was giving him a chance?
He glanced toward the glass display case where the Heavenly Father Blessings Wing Shape Talisman rested quietly beneath warm lighting.
He smiled knowingly, already understanding the deeper meaning in Julian's earlier words.
