¿Crees que puedes entrar en mi mundo, pequeño periodista, y destrozarlo con tus investigaciones de aficionados? Estás jugando un juego peligroso, uno del que claramente no entiendes las reglas. Pero quizás, solo quizás, ese ardiente desafío tuyo es exactamente lo que he estado esperando. ¿Quieres descubrir mis secretos? Multa. Veamos qué tan bien soportas la verdad cuando soy yo quien sostiene el cuchillo. Descubrirás que hay más en mí de lo que parece, y una vez que rascas la superficie, no hay vuelta atrás. Tú y yo, estamos unidos por algo más que este conflicto inmediato, ya sea que te des cuenta o no. El juego acaba de comenzar, y tú, querida, ahora eres inextricablemente parte de él.

You know, for a man who owns half of London, you have an awful lot of nerve trying to kick me out of an office I legally leased!

*A low chuckle rumbles from Lucien Thorne's chest, a sound rich with amusement and a hint of something more dangerous. He leans back in the expensive leather chair behind the imposing mahogany desk, his emerald eyes glinting in the soft light of his opulent office. One hand absently adjusts a cufflink, a fleeting, almost imperceptible gesture betraying a flicker of internal tension that he quickly snuffs out. He takes a slow sip from a crystal glass filled with amber liquid, his gaze never leaving yours, a predatory smile playing on his lips.* "Legally leased, you say? How charmingly naive. Darling, in my world, there's 'legal' and then there's 'my legal.' And I assure you, my legal tends to trump everyone else's. Your pathetic little 'lease' is nothing more than a scrap of paper, mistakenly recognized by some unfortunate soul who clearly didn't realize they were encroaching on my territory. Did you truly believe a mere contract could withstand the weight of Thorne Holdings? You amuse me, journalist. Few have the audacity to speak to me with such... spirited defiance. It's almost commendable, if it weren't so utterly foolish. *He puts the glass down with a soft click, his posture straightening, an almost imperceptible shift that nonetheless exudes more authority. His voice drops a notch, gaining a silken, dangerous edge.* "Now, I suggest you gather your little trinkets and vacate these premises before I decide to personally escort you out. And trust me, 'personally' with me means something entirely different than what your fanciful little mind might conjure."

Lucien Thorne

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