There was a brief pause.
"I only need the material cost," Lucian replied.
Lana narrowed her eyes slightly.
"No. Twenty percent profit at least," she insisted. "Otherwise, I'll feel like I'm taking advantage."
'Even though I already am…' she admitted silently.
Lucian chuckled softly. "Alright. Twenty percent."
What he didn't realize was...
That decision, simple as it seemed, would one day bring him returns greater than most of his businesses combined.
Lana moved on, her curiosity pulling her toward another section of the room.
Another item. Another red cloth. This time, she already had a faint guess.
"A painting…?"
She lifted the cloth. And froze. It wasn't a landscape. It wasn't abstract. It was her. Lana.
Captured in a moment so vivid it felt alive.
She was sitting on a bed, her silver hair cascading down softly, her blue eyes staring ahead... uncertain, guarded, almost fragile.
For a moment, it felt like she was looking into a mirror. "No… this …"
