Darius tucked both hands into his pockets. His face was devoid of emotion, regardless of how much Shelvin stared at him with assessing eyes. All he did was frostily ask, “I’d like to know what your next move is. Although nothing you do will work in front of me—someone with true power and wealth, I prefer to save myself the trouble.”

Shelvin’s lips curled just then. Although it seemed like a smile, anyone who looked at him would know he was unhappy. He replied, “I was worried you’d behave this way. It’s why I never dared step up before you and reveal all of this—I didn’t want you to see me as an enemy after learning about my identity. It’s not your fault for thinking this way, but I’m not at fault either. After all, I was taught the wrong values while growing up.”

A brief but loud snort came from Darius, his distrust and disdain oozing into the space. It made Shelvin tense up while gawking at the former. Seeing Shelvin’s widened eyes, Darius raised a brow as he neutrally interrogated,