Chapter Twelve
The moment Tresor Mohandis walked away from me, he was engulfed. Women shoved up against him. Men thrust their hands at him. He took it all in stride. To the women, he gave bland, noncommittal smiles. He kept his arms crossed and an openly bored expression on his face as he looked down at the men. His closed-off posture didn’t deter a single soul. They kept coming at him from every angle. I was the only person who actively stayed on the opposite end of the garden from him.
Stupid people. They didn’t realize he was the snake in this garden. The shiny apple he offered them would turn this paradise into a veritable hell of concrete and steel within a year.
Mr. Xu was right to fight for his lands. Though, admittedly, he didn’t go about it in the most sane, logical, or realist
