"Mr. Xadrian, aren't the things we design intended for those who appreciate them?" Sylvan Cheney patiently questioned.
Charles McIntosh knew that Mr. Cheney had been exceedingly patient today.
"Is there anyone who appreciates it more than me?" Luka Xadrian said indifferently, "Since there isn't, why should I give it to you?"
"Mr. Xadrian, why don't we sit down and have a good chat? If my appreciation for it satisfies you, you can give it to me then," Sylvan Cheney suggested slowly.
"I don't have time."
Luka Xadrian walked around Sylvan, his expression unchanged.
He moved to a farther flower garden, continuing to tend to the branches.
The fragrance of the 'Blue Demoness' permeated throughout the villa.
Sylvan's eyes narrowed slightly.
Luka knew that these men couldn't afford to waste time - after a while, they would surely leave.
Unexpectedly, Sylvan wasn't that type of man.
Sylvan began to ascend the staircase to the villa.
