Chapter 877 – Capitalism with Perfume
"So… can I assume I have Xianlong clan support now?" Lux said as they came out of his portal.
The portal closed behind them with a smooth black-gold ripple, leaving only the familiar warmth of his mansion's entry hall and the faint scent of dragon wine still clinging to their clothes.
Honestly? Not the worst diplomatic field trip.
No one tried to stab him. No one challenged him to a duel over ancestral honor. No dragon elder asked him to prove his worth by drinking molten jade.
Overall, solid brunch. Four stars. Would negotiate again.
Mira stepped out beside him, adjusting the sleeve of her cheongsam with that calm heiress composure that always made Lux want to ruin it just a little. She glanced at him and smirked. "I guess you can say that."
Naomi lifted one finger as if presenting a quarterly report. "Also, I already secured one corporation agreement with the Xianlong. We just need follow-up paperwork."
