Chapter 6008

Rania’s thoughts raced, but her expression remained serene. A sweet smile lifted her lips.

“I see. Very well, I’ll trouble you, Mr. Fay.”

She paused, as if remembering something. “By the way, I can’t stop thinking about that ancient passage. Don’t you know a senior expert in old scriptures and lost arts?”

“He lives in East City, doesn’t he? Could you invite him to the manor right now to clear up my doubts? I’ll compensate him, of course.”

As she spoke, her gaze searched Jared’s face, measuring every flicker.

He immediately saw the trap. If he were an impostor—and he was—one mistake with the scholar’s name would rip the mask clean off.

The risk hung in the air, thin and sharp as a needle. One tremor of hesitation, and the steel would pierce flesh.