The lunch table inside the Prime Minister's residence was elegant but quiet.
Two people sat across from each other.
Albert.
And the Prime Minister of India.
Several security guards stood outside the room, leaving the two men alone.
The Prime Minister poured tea calmly.
"So," he said.
"You wanted to talk about the Red Fort."
Albert nodded.
"Yes."
The Prime Minister leaned back in his chair.
"You know the situation."
"We are already negotiating with a private international company."
"They want to handle the restoration and construction work."
Albert smiled faintly.
"I know."
The Prime Minister looked at him carefully.
"Do you know who owns that company?"
Albert shrugged.
"I don't care."
The Prime Minister watched him closely.
"You should."
Albert raised an eyebrow.
"Why?"
The Prime Minister's voice became colder.
"Because the owner…"
"…is your younger brother."
For a moment, the room became completely silent.
Albert didn't react.
The Prime Minister continued.
"Yes."
"Your half-brother."
"Same father."
"Different mothers."
Albert slowly placed his cup down on the table.
"Don't say that."
The Prime Minister frowned.
"What?"
Albert looked directly at him.
"He is not my brother."
"He never was."
The Prime Minister studied Albert's face carefully.
"So the rumors are true."
"You two hate each other."
Albert answered quietly.
"We are enemies."
The Prime Minister leaned forward.
"Well then."
"That company has already offered three billion dollars for the Red Fort project."
He crossed his arms.
"So tell me, Albert."
"What will you offer instead?"
Albert didn't hesitate.
"Six billion."
The Prime Minister's eyes narrowed slightly.
"That's double."
Albert nodded calmly.
"Yes."
The Prime Minister tapped the table slowly.
"You're willing to pay six billion dollars…"
"…just to take a construction project away from your brother?"
Albert smiled slightly.
"This isn't about construction."
The Prime Minister stared at him.
"Then what is it about?"
Albert leaned forward.
"That…"
"…is something I cannot tell you."
The Prime Minister remained silent for a moment.
Then he slowly leaned back in his chair.
"Interesting."
He looked at Albert carefully.
"Because if I accept this deal…"
"You and your brother will officially become enemies in front of the entire world."
Albert shrugged.
"We already are."
The Prime Minister smiled faintly.
"Then this will be… entertaining."
But just as he was about to speak again—
his phone vibrated on the table.
He looked at the screen.
And his expression changed.
Because the call was coming from only one person.
Albert's half-brother.
The man who had already offered three billion dollars for the Red Fort.
And now—
he knew Albert was here.