Chapter 55 You Can't Humiliate My Wife

• The café balcony overlooked the city like a chessboard, and Kael leaned back in his chair as though he was already playing it.
• Opposite him sat the old man silver hair slicked back, posture sharp, his cane resting against the polished marble. His name carried weight in the circles Kael wanted to enter. Tonight’s auction was one thing; the island behind it was another.
• Kael stirred his coffee lazily. “You’ve been in this game longer than anyone else. I’d be a fool not to learn from you.”