Veyron merely nodded slowly. He understood the boundaries of their relationship—though he wanted to know more, he had no intention of crossing the young man's line of privacy.
"Apologies if my words just now sounded like I was prying, Young Master Lein," he said in a calm tone. "But if you truly need them, I can personally escort you to the nearest five-star trading chamber. At the very least, it might help speed things up for you."
Lein shook his head gently, his smile thin but polite. "No need to trouble yourself, Lord Veyron. I can handle it myself. But I do appreciate your kindness."
His voice was light, but firm. There was no hesitation—only the quiet confidence of someone who didn't need to prove anything.
Veyron nodded once more. He still wanted to strengthen his ties with this young man—his wealth was incredible, and his aura strong. But if Lein declined, insisting would only ruin the relationship.
