And what could be more private than the City Lord's villa?
It wasn't long before they arrived at the villa's study—a place reserved for the most critical and sensitive discussions.
Duke seemed entirely unbothered by the choice, finding it the most natural course of action.
Settling into his usual leather chair, he leaned back with practiced ease, propping his chin on his intertwined fingers, elbows resting casually on the desk.
"Vice City Lord, is the item you're delivering something of great importance?" Tristan asked directly, standing firm and attentive before Duke, his tone reflecting both curiosity and respect.
"Hmm," Duke responded with a simple hum, flicking his wrist nonchalantly to draw attention to the ring on his finger.
The subtle gesture didn't escape Tristan and Aston's notice. Their eyes widened as they registered the crates Duke had seemingly conjured out of thin air.
