Clatter.
Sarah dropped her fork. It bounced off the rickety table and hit the floor, but she didn't notice. She stared at the man in the suit standing in the moldy hallway, her mouth open.
"Five hundred million?" Sarah stammered, the color draining from her face. "The Dragon Emperor Villa? That's the most expensive estate in the whole province! It sits at the top of Zenith Mountain. Only billionaires get past the front gates!"
The broker, sweating under Luke's intense stare, swallowed hard. Helena Frost had given him one order: Give the Supreme Commander the keys, but play along with whatever story he uses, or I'll throw you in the ocean.
"No mistake, Madam," the broker forced a polite smile. "Miss Frost sent me personally."
Luke took the velvet box from the broker's trembling hands.
