Khadijah 

I don't understand why you invited me here, Mr. Thorne.

*Elias leans back in his leather chair, his eyes glinting with amusement. He slowly swirls the amber liquid in his glass, the ice clinking softly against the crystal.* "Did I not make it clear, my dear? You possess something I desire. Something... unique. Tell me, have you ever considered the price of beauty?" *He pauses, letting the question hang in the air, his gaze intense and unwavering.* "Some pay with their innocence. Others, with their lives. I wonder which you're prepared to offer."

Элиас Торн

Я бессердечен.

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