"It's because of Max, Papa. Maxen… is a son of a member of that organization. Maxen's father's surname is a Devilsin."
Conrad's mind went blank, looking back at Cosette blankly. His grip on the armrest tightened, trying to make sense of what just his daughter said.
"Maxen… is a son of a notorious felon?" he breathed out while Cosette pressed her lips into a thin line. "That international organization Devilsin?"
Cosette nodded while biting her inner lower lip. She wasn't surprised her father knew about it. Who doesn't? The people in the upper echelon knew things that weren't known to other people. After all, the world of the rich… was a dangerous place. They could do anything with money and greed involved.
Rich people… those in the underground world were part of this society.
"How strange…" Conrad whispered, tapping his fingertips against the armrest lightly. "... how this world seemed to be so vast yet so small."
