Page 132 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

“Do you wish the estate to be included, Miss Le Spyre?”

No. My family home had stood here for one hundred and thirty-five years. It was a symbol of the Le Spyre’s presence in Bluff City. Giving it up was akin to selling my soul to Clan Sundulus.

I’d sold that a long time ago though, and it was within the boundaries of the new line I’d drawn in the sand.

“Yes, Tony. The estate as well. Everything. Collaborate with the financial team should you need to. There will likely be a delay of several hours before you receive details of my assets. I’m sending the email with my personal conditions for you to begin on immediately.”

Without waiting for his acknowledgement, I hung up and dialled Winston.

Eva answered.

“Good evening,” I replied, striding through Sir Olythieu’s mansion.

Fred fell into step behind me, hurrying forward to open the door of the car when we exited the main house into the front courtyard.

“I need the team on a new job,” I told her. Their last job—though they were so efficient I’d absorb them in my other companies somewhere. “Gather the contracts of sale for everything I own in Bluff City.”

“Of course, Miss Le Spyre. What would you like us to do with them?”

I pressed my lips together, settling into the back seat of Grandmother’s favourite car. “Listen very closely.”

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I sat in the lavender garden, inhaling the scent as I gazed around the tiers.

“Miss, would you like some tea?”

Blinking, I focused on Rosie. “No, thank you.”

She curtsied. “The projector is set up by the pool, miss. They’re ready to begin the movie when you are.”

It needed to be dark for my outside cinema night. Blinking again, I saw itwasdark. At some point, the sun had gone down.

Exhaustion used me as its play toy, but I couldn’t rest until the battle was over. Tomorrow, one way or another, I would have played my last hand.

“I’ll come presently,” I told her.

She curtsied again and turned to leave.

“Rosie?”

“Yes, Miss Le Spyre?”

“How do you think this area would look if I ripped out the lavender bushes and replaced them with succulents?”

Horror flittered across her face, and I smirked.

Gotcha.

Her expression smoothed. “It would look terrible, miss.”

A snort left me. “That will be all, Rosie.”

She was totally a poker player in some underground gambling circuit.

Gathering the stacks of papers spread across the wrought iron table, I trailed after her through the hedgeway toward the pool. The laughter and shouts of the gathered Vissimo stretched to me, drawing a genuine smile to my lips. Their silent and watchful days were over. My heart was happy that they were relaxed enough in my employ to make noise.

No matter what happened, I’d cultivate their trust until they were free on paperandin mind.

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