Chapter 80 A Gift

Rogan set a pristine card on the table, his tone casual yet deliberate as he said, "I opened this account with your information. I want you to hold on to it. The password's your birthday."

Elara didn't reach for it. Her eyes lingered on him, searching for something beyond the surface.

Trading stocks wasn't something an average person could simply wander into.

It demanded expertise, sharp instincts