Arthur de Molay glanced at Julian Vance with a flash of cold satisfaction, then turned his gaze toward Elsa Koch.
Elsa had heard Su Bai mention Julian’s inquiries earlier. Now that Julian had stepped into the fray, Elsa looked at him with eyes that shimmered with a predatory interest. Completely ignoring Adelaide, who sat like a frozen statue beside him, Elsa giggled, her laughter echoing sharply against the mahogany walls.
"This must be Director de Molay’s nephew-in-law," Elsa purred. "A handsome man indeed. And so bold—to speak up for the Director even in the den of the Gestapo. I like him. He has... spirit."
Arthur’s expression shifted, a half-smile playing on his lips as he nodded toward Elsa. "Thank you for the compliment, Fräulein. I also hold Julian and Adelaide in high regard. T
