Chapter 11: Seeing Ghosts
"Is there something on my face, Cristoff?" Matthew asked, finishing the last slice of his steak. He’d been starving ever since he left that building, and the incident with Lenox and the others had only made it worse. Thankfully, Cristoff had prepared the steak in advance—otherwise, he might’ve passed out from hunger.
"N...Nothing, young master."
Matthew looked at Cristoff. This man never stutters. "Is there a problem?" he asked.
"No. Just that...you seemed different," Cristoff answered.
Matthew snorted. Inwardly, he wanted to laugh at Cristoff’s words. Of course, he would be different—he just experienced death and rebirth in less than twenty-four hours. "I am," he said before he started eating his steak.
After his meal, Matthew returned to his room and locked the door behind him. With a content sigh, he threw his blazer onto the armchair and walked over to his desk.
"Who would’ve thought I’d gain this much in a single day?" he muttered, grabbing a pen.
First, the VIP card.
Second, the jade win.
Third, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the black stone.
He stared at it for a moment, letting it rest in the center of his palm.