I headed to where I had locked up the traitor.
The walls were an unbroken white, spotless, with not even a hint of dirt anywhere. As I moved through the area, I noticed women bustling about, hard at work. Production had ramped up significantly, and it was clear this place was the heart of where the Leonamon's wealth flowed in—money earned from all the buyers of our goods. Amon had reported earlier that our profits had reached a staggering amount, something no one in this world could likely match. I'd instructed her to donate a significant portion to poor villages and orphanages, which she had promptly executed without question.
Before heading to the cage where the traitor was held, I stopped by another room. Someone was inside, and just as I approached, Natasha stepped out.
"Mr. Leon…" she greeted, her tone carrying a mix of exhaustion and hesitation.
"How's the person inside?" I asked.
