Celeste's eyes gleamed sharply, like a predator that had just found its prey. Arkan, despite knowing he had carefully concealed many things and built his strength in secret, remained aware that a single misstep in his words could trap him in this dangerous game.
With a relaxed expression, he leaned back in his chair, gazing at Celeste with unwavering calm. "Apologies," he said, his voice steady and without hesitation. "But what exactly do you mean by 'what I've done'?"
He let the question hang in the air, testing how Celeste would react. If she had concrete information, she would reveal it. If not, then this was merely a bluff he needed to counter with greater cunning.
Celeste chuckled softly, her delicate laughter echoing in the room, but Arkan could not ignore the sharpness hidden beneath her tone. This woman was clearly not someone who merely sat idly in her father's shadow—she had her own thoughts, her own ambitions.
