"I must say they are the lucky ones," Reaves concluded, his laughter resonating in the room. The chandeliers above seemed to capture the sparkle of his amusement, casting intricate patterns of light and shadow on the immaculate surroundings.
"Of course, the Russels are the luckiest in all this," Mike concurred, a smile playing on his lips.
"Well, if only the James family can be as lucky," Reaves mused, maintaining a calm demeanor that belied the depth of his thoughts.
"We are in desperate need of talented alchemists like Nexus," Reaves added, his gaze shifting towards Mike, who was savoring the final sips of his drink. The ambient light seemed to dance on the surface of the liquid, creating a mesmerizing interplay of shadows and reflections.
