"I see," Dustin muttered as his gaze fixed on the chessboard.

He nodded and said, "You've helped me tonight. That puts me in your debt. If you ever need anything, just say the word."

Dustin lived by one rule—return what was given, whether kindness or vengeance.

Felicia hadn't exposed him earlier. She had even covered for him. That was a debt he intended to repay.

"Mr. Rhys, you truly are a man of principle. I admire that," she said.

She dipped her head with a playful smile, and that gesture carried an elegant charm.

"But I'm still curious about what brought you here tonight. Did you already suspect me?" Dustin asked.

"Anyone who wants to get close to Nathaniel usually wants one of three things—power, fame, or money. I can see it in their eyes, but you're different," Felicia said with a smile.

She continued, "You came here and offered the Dracan essence, but didn't ask for a title or recognition. You even turned down the company of women, which only makes me suspect you have an