"I already told her. If she decides not to join because of the Giant Dragon's miserly nature, that's another matter."
"Tripling it in six months? What kind of business in this world earns that much?" Aivensa's eyes didn't sparkle with the allure of Gold Coins—instead, her vigilance grew stronger.
Although her psychological maturity hadn't yet caught up with her age, Giant Dragons were innately maxed out when it came to wealth-related acumen. Her inherent instincts told her that when someone promised profits multiplying several times over, the probability of her earning money was far less than the probability of the other party making money off her.
The next second, the adolescent Red Copper Dragon gave an embarrassed smile. "Gaven, it's not that I don't trust you, but I'd like to hear more details about this business first."
