The Silent Architect of Chaos
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"Ah, she's just kidding again," Vittorio quipped.
Xander let out a hollow laugh. "Well, you never know—"
Not yet, it's not the right time. If they all unite against me, Moonshadow will crumble, the losses would be too significant, Xander analyzed in his mind.
It's better to pit them against each other, let them destroy themselves, and in the process, Xander could silently reap profits—perhaps the most substantial gains, as he had been doing all along.
Xander, leaning in subtly, conveyed his decision to the trio. "Hold off for now. We don't want to escalate things tonight."
Draven's eyes flickered with disappointment, "We had the upper hand."
Gallen, savoring his wine, nodded in agreement, "Patience, my friend. Our time will come."
Aleesha, relieved that her elegant gown remained untarnished by a werewolf transformation, quipped, "I guess the grand showdown will have to wait for another day."