I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY. LITERALLY.
Throughout my whole life, I’ve always known Sergei Orlov as the smartest man I’ve ever met — even as he became older and older — but despite that, I never really thought he’d be this smart.
And I don’t know why I’m also not too surprised. Sergei Orlov is capable of anything. Literally.
Including hiding the Orlov Sovereignty seal here. In my f*****g mansion.
My face must have the look of cold surprise, expressing how taken aback I am, because Sergei’s lips curl into a smile. One where anyone would wear when they get the desired effect of their actions.
Fuck.
“That surprised, son?”
Fuck, f**k, f**k. I hate whatever hold this man has on me.
I internally shake myself back to reality, clench my jaw, and ask. “Where in this mansion is the seal?”
Sergei
