Unaware of the storm of calculations silently brewing in the minds around him, Dylan Brooks remained entirely indifferent to the shifting undercurrents of ambition and desire. After spending some time in Old Master Winslow’s expansive study—casually examining antique ceramics, appreciating brushwork on centuries-old scrolls, and exchanging a few polite remarks—he checked the time.
It was about right.
Without any unnecessary hesitation, he prepared to take his leave.
“Mr. Brooks, please… wait a moment.”
The voice came quickly, almost urgently.
Old Master Winslow stepped forward, his posture once again lowering in unmistakable respect. In both hands, he carefully presented two items—one a specially crafted platinum-black membership card, its surface engraved with intricate patterns, the
