Azzy was led through the grand hall of the mansion, his footsteps echoing in the expansive, luxurious space.
When he came last time, he didn't observe it properly. Now, when he did take a proper look, he saw the walls were adorned with fine art, and the floor was polished marble that reflected the soft light from elegant chandeliers overhead.
The house was indeed magnificent, but his attention was caught by something else.
Sitting at a long table, sipping from a fine porcelain cup, was the same middle-aged man he had met a few days ago—the one with the eye patch.
He was flanked by a couple of bodyguards, as usual, but there was something different about the way he carried himself this time. His posture was relaxed, almost like he had been expecting Azzy.
As Azzy approached, the man looked up and greeted him with a casual but pointed smile. "Mr. Rael," he said, his voice smooth and confident. "Come, sit."
