Jay Spade's eyes shimmered with a hint of greed and obsession, like an old lecher stealing a tryst with his lover in the night.
He lifted his hand, his expression dazed as he caressed the edges of the gem box with his palm, gently rubbing the surface like it was a lover's skin.
These actions and expressions were clearly observed by Paisi Dingda, who was also aware that Jay Spade would detect him watching.
Both were within the sensing range of the other.
Yet even so, Jay Spade's infatuation with the gems continued to surge within the warehouse, a clear testament to his desperate yearning for treasure.
Paisi Dingda frowned, unsure why Jay Spade, an Eighth-Circle Light Wizard, would behave this way.
Acting out one's inner desires within the sensory range of another was clearly unbecoming, especially considering that Jay Spade was the manager here.
"Ahem," Paisi Dingda cleared his throat, slightly raising his voice to ensure Jay Spade next door would hear.
