"You've returned?" Nikolai asked as he glanced up at her.
Zoey only offered a shrug as she walked back to her seat. Her eyes caught the item being bid on, and this time it was an island that was not part of the map.
She immediately retracted her eyes away as she had no interest in it. This entire auction was nothing but lands to do illegal business, organs that were still inside the living human, smuggled weapons, stolen paintings, and so on.
"How was your talk with him?" He asked. She was not surprised that he already knew about it.
This entire yacht was his domain. It would be more odd if Nikolai didn't know anything.
"It broke my heart." Zoey replied coldly as she glanced at him. "Happy?"
Nikolai stared at her momentarily. Slowly, he removed his mask, clipping it in between his fingers as if it was a cigarette, resting his arm on the armrest.
"Patrizio went to see Angelo. Gel is probably dead."
