Chapter 11- What Bad Luck
"Young Lord, are you alright?" Ermond, along with a few guards, arrived hurriedly. They began cuffing Ryken's unconscious body as the butler bowed deeply, his tone laced with both worry and concealed anger—knowing full well that this entire event had targeted Cruxius.
"Yes, I just need to rest. Handle the media narrative. And make sure we get ten times the compensation from the Hero Association," Cruxius said with a calm nod, allowing himself to be slowly guided away by both Ytrisia and Darithi.
He intended to milk the sympathy from Volta while acting injured for a few days—just enough to keep her close and make her fall completely.
"...I will definitely make sure of it," Ermond replied with a cold gaze as he bowed again. He understood one thing clearly—this wasn't the end.
The heir of the Blac Corporation had been harmed. Forget the Hero Association—even the government would have to pay.
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"Can you give our relationship another chance, Ytrisia?"
Cruxius's voice was rough, yet carefully soft—just loud enough for her alone to hear as they moved down the quiet corridor of the mansion.
The light above glimmered off polished marble, but all he saw was her. He leaned into Volta, letting the weight of his body sink into her slender frame.
Darithi followed silently four steps behind, too far to interrupt, close enough to witness.
"...Okay..."