Wesley patted the white snake's head, his voice calm but firm. "Someone who fought his way out of prison, swore revenge, and actually succeeded—whatever he sets his mind to, he'll pull it off. That kind of determination, paired with his extraordinary abilities, makes him worth keeping around. Even if it's risky."
Amy frowned, her tone sharp with concern. "But what if, one day, he gets enough power? What if he turns on you, Mr. Turner?"
Wesley's lips curled into a cold, humorless smile as his expression darkened. "Then tell me—what's the point of your existence?"
Amy lowered her head, her words swallowed by silence.
"Enough." Wesley waved dismissively, his patience wearing thin. "Minister Green's son will be in Pechlon City soon. The Goldream Nightclub needs to be back to its lively sel
