Loom of Subterfuge

"Zach, how delightfully uninvited you are to be here," Takumi remarked dryly as he stepped out of his car, his gaze narrowing in faint irritation.

At the sound of his voice, Zach, Sai, and Dryzza turned to face him, their surprise fleeting but palpable.

One of Takumi’s guards quickly approached, taking his car keys with a bow before driving the sleek vehicle through the gates.

“New car?” Zach asked, his eyes lingering on the vehicle’s elegant frame until it disappeared into the estate.

Takumi allowed a faint smirk to curve his lips. “Yes. A small indulgence.”

The mention of the car left Dryzza and Sai visibly stunned. It wasn’t every day someone casually referenced owning the most expensive car in the world. Dryzza, in particular, shifted uncomfortably, almost tempted to shield her own modest vehicle from view.

“I sometimes wonder how much you really make as a psychiatrist,” Zach quipped, though his tone carried a knowing edge.