"Hmm... a few hundred a year..." Arwen replied after a brief pause, her slender fingers brushing her chin in thought.
After a moment of further reflection, she continued, "If it reaches full maturity, it can produce a few thousand fruits a year—and of superior quality, at that.
The red ones are the least valuable, the blue ones are of intermediate value, and the golden ones are called divine fruits. A single tree yields no more than a handful of them over the course of an entire year."
"Hmm… Perfect." Ethan let a satisfied smile escape at her answer.
That fruit undoubtedly held enormous potential for Goldenveil's future.
With a soft sigh of contentment, he walked alongside Arwen until they reached his mansion, guiding her through the silent corridors to his office.
Ethan's firm hands slowly slid away from the sensual curve of her hips as Arwen settled onto the comfortable office sofa, the cushion sinking gently beneath her weight.
