House Of Summoners

"I can't express my thanks enough, Mr. Blackstone," Luke said, holding the cheque in his hands.

"Don't sweat it, and you can call me by my first name, Loki," Blackstone replied.

Luke nodded and moved to the door.

"235 million is too generous for a boy who carries the blood of the Blackstones' generational enemies," he thought. "Maybe this is the case of scratch the surface, and you'll find the rot?"

"But I can't just toss away this opportunity. Playing smart is my only choice."

Luke opened the door.

After all, Loki had claimed to be a man of intentions. In time, he would see just how pure they were.

Once he left, Mr. Blackstone opened a drawer. Inside was a photograph of Penelope Kingsley, framed for longevity.

He picked up the picture, staring so long at her face as his thumb brushed her cheek.

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