Lucian tossed both golden-black cards onto the table.
Valdmir snatched them up instantly, his reflexes sharp.
His fingers tightened around them as he examined the first one.
No need to verify it was his own.
But the second one
He held it up, flipping it between his fingers.
It looked identical to his.
"Did he rob another patriarch too?" Valdmir's brows furrowed. His expression darkened as he slowly turned the card over, reading the golden letters etched into the black surface.
Lucian Kane.
Silence.
For a brief moment, his mind went blank.
Then
Valdmir shot up from his seat.
"You… you…!"
His sharp gaze snapped to Lucian, eyes filled with disbelief.
"Who the hell are you?!"
Lucian leaned back, completely unfazed.
He simply smiled.
"Relax, don't look so shocked. It's not that big of a deal."
But Valdmir wasn't smiling.
His carefree attitude from moments ago had vanished.
His normally boisterous demeanor had turned into something deadly serious.
