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Charlie was dumbstruck and answered subconsciously, "No problem."

Only when Lumian laid out the 50 verl d'or notes did he snap back to reality. He cautiously peeked out the door.

The evening light was fading, and unlike the second floor, the fifth floor had large balconies on both sides, casting deep shadows. It was as if night had already descended.

Seeing the corridor empty, Charlie breathed a sigh of relief. He lowered his voice and asked Lumian, "You conned someone into buying the fake necklace for 1,000 verl d'or?"

"You've got two things wrong." Lumian grinned and handed the stack of 50 verl d'or notes to Charlie. "First, I didn't con just any person."

"Then who?" Charlie questioned, puzzled as he instinctively took the mix of 1 and 5 verl d'or notes.

Lumian's grin broadened.

"The Savoie Mob."

Hearing this, Charlie nearly dropped the banknotes in his hand.

He stared at Lumian in terror and blurted, "Are you insane?