The Hook and the Trap
When Ammy D'Aurelius smiled quietly to himself, already savoring the success of his hidden scheme, Julian D'Aurelius noticed it immediately.
Julian's golden eyes narrowed slightly.
A faint smile slowly formed on his lips as well.
Inside his mind he chuckled.
(Alright… let's go with this plan for now.)
He leaned back against the bed casually, stretching his arms behind his head as if the entire conversation meant nothing to him.
Outwardly, he looked relaxed.
But inwardly—
He had already accepted the bait.
Julian grinned faintly.
He was simply waiting for the hook to sink deeper.
With Evan hiding somewhere in the shadows, those little informants and pawns would eventually start crawling out one by one.
And when they did—
He would deal with them.
One.
By.
One.
Then Julian lazily waved his hand toward Lina Ashford.
"You should go rest too. We'll continue with the massage section tomorrow."
"Yes, Young Master Julian."
Lina nodded politely.
