Issac Monroe weighed the matter for a breath, letting silence settle like dust before he spoke.
“For now, leave her alone.”
His tone made it clear: Madison Clarke wasn’t someone worth wasting time on. Not at this stage, at least.
He continued steadily, “In three days, launch a public investment initiative. Allocate one hundred billion USD. Pick promising companies, ones with real potential. Consider it a contribution to my hometown, using Robert ‘Bobby’ Kane’s assets for something that actually benefits people.”
Jesse Plemons, always perfectly composed and perfectly deferential in Issac’s presence, bowed deeply.
“As you command, High Jarl.”
“And dispose of this man,” Issac added casually, referring to the half-conscious human wreck still lying nearby.
He didn’t watch what happened n
