"This looks exactly the same," Stanley muttered, holding up two identical bottles. One was the original Veldix, and the other a flawless replica. Visually, there was no difference.
"Unfortunately, the other one isn't nearly as dangerous as the one in your left hand," Sean pointed out, his gaze locked on the bottles.
Stanley studied them a moment longer before setting them down. His fingers drummed lightly against the table as his sharp gaze shifted to Sean.
"So… the boss still can't let me be alone, can he?" Stanley's voice was calm, but there was a subtle edge beneath the question.
Sean's brow furrowed, momentarily caught off guard. But realization dawned quickly, and he tried to brush it off with a casual shrug. "I don't think so. You clearly told us to keep it discreet," he countered, attempting to maintain his composure.
