But Louis shook his head. "I'm sorry, it's not me. I do things with reason, and as of this, I don't see what I could possibly gain from it. I don't recall having any issues with you, Valentino, or with you, Aleksei, to cause some kind of civil war." The man was sincere with his words, and even though they couldn't really point fingers at him anymore, they couldn't really accuse him as well.
"Hmm…" Mr. Lucas Popov, a mixed Russian and French, coming in ninth in the rankings, pulled his cigar out of his pocket to light it. "The masked opera ball is close, right?"
"What do you have in mind, Lucas?" Valentino asked, brow arched.
Lucas shrugged and lit up the cigarette he secured with his lips. "I'm saying the rankings will be refreshed on that day, right? We'll see what the culprit has in mind then." He wasn't very elaborate with his words, and this caused a frown on their faces.
