"And though I don't know all the details," Lena added, "my father said James Cromwell was a User. Of an… Investment System."
Jace's face went pale, eyes wide for a fleeting moment. Then the mask slid back on. His expression softened into composed indifference, his tone level, measured.
"System?" His brows knit faintly. "What are you talking about?"
Lena blinked, taken aback. "Y-You really don't know anything about it?"
Jace let out a short scoff, tilting his head like she had asked him something absurd. "I don't even know who my grandfather is, so how would I know about my great-grandfather?"
His faint sneer carried just enough disdain to make her flinch.
Then his eyes narrowed, voice smooth as silk. "By the way, about my… mother's account. Who knows about it?"
"Only my father," Lena replied quickly. "And some higher-ups in the government, but I don't know who exactly."
