Jihoon raised an eyebrow, his skin tanned and dark with bright, narrow golden eyes that almost matched the rusty gold of his jewellery.
“What have you come to visit me at this time for?” Jihoon groaned, throwing his bag of heavy coins at the butler — the butler flinched and caught the bag, scuttling away to shove it into the vault.
The Greed mansion was dimly lit as he placed a hand on his hip, waiting expectantly for a response, “It’s almost twelve. I wasn’t expecting you.”
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18/05/2025