What if this skill could be cultivated, just like everything else? What if it could beco sothing that multiplied not just his money, but his influence?
He exhaled again, slowly, thoughtfully. 10¢ richer with each breath.
A steady trickle of wealth, flowing with each inhale, each exhale.
"It’s poetic in a way. My existence is now profitable, as long as I breathe I’m making money."
Noah glanced at his watch. Money would be waiting for him when the clock struck midnight, and he didn’t have to lift a finger.
"Not bad for pocket change," he thought, as he headed towards the shower.
After stepping out of the shower, Noah grabbed one of his new Hermis outfits and slipped into it.
The fabric felt smooth against his skin. He adjusted his cuffs while glancing in the mirror for a mont.
Everything was in place.
Clean lines, sharp cut—a perfect reflection of control.
Noah’s gaze shifted outside, where his Lykan sat waiting.
His eyes narrowed as they fell on the tyres.
"They are worn, from the reckless drifting." Noah thought, shaking his head.
"I’ll get them changed soon," he thought, ntally adding it to his to-do list.
Sliding into the driver’s seat, he let the engine hum to life beneath him, the soft growl filling the air as he pulled away from the mansion.
The drive was smooth as always, but he noticed the slight slip in the tyres’ grip.
"Yeah, it’s ti to change it." He muttered.
As he approached the gate, Anderson was already on alert. Noah could see him in the distance, motioning to the guards to open the gate even before he arrived.
Efficient, exactly what Noah expected from him.
When Noah pulled closer, he gave Anderson a faint nod. Just enough to acknowledge the man’s efforts.
Anderson returned the gesture, his expression respectful.
As Noah drove past the gate, Anderson’s right hand unconsciously touched the tea bag.
***
In Alia’s Room.
Her phone buzzed, as she scrolled on her phone whilst on bed.
"Noah
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