Chapter 1115 – The Forgotten Palace [Part 2]
Thirty minutes had passed.
A respectable CFO should be skilled in financial forecasting, hostile acquisitions, quarterly reports, tax avoidance with legal perfume, and telling department heads that "urgent" did not mean "my lack of planning deserves your overtime." A respectable CFO should not be gliding through a forgotten palace as a half-spiritual shadow, dual daggers drawn, preparing to silently murder royal guards.
Yet here he was.
Lux Vaelthorn.
Former Hell CFO.
Part-time assassin.
Apparently bullshit had a taste for sexy creatures.
And because Lux was, tragically, very sexy, bullshit had subscribed to him like a premium service.
The corridor ahead breathed cold.
