Unaware of the schemes unfolding around him, Ethan boarded the sleek black car arranged by Edwin Wells and his grandfather.
The leather seats and smooth hum of the engine only added to his growing sense of anticipation. This was it, the moment he'd been waiting for.
The thought of future things he can do with Wells family direct support brought a smile to Ethan's lips as the city lights faded behind him.
Half an hour later, the car pulled to a halt at the outskirts of the city, where the rugged silhouette of the hillside loomed against the night sky.
The air smelled faintly of earth and grass, mingled with the distant hum of insects. Stepping out, Ethan adjusted his jacket, his eyes sweeping over the area with a discerning gaze.
The old man was already waiting at the designated spot, hands clasped behind his back, his tailored coat barely stirring in the cool breeze. A faint smile curved his lips as Ethan approached.
