Claire's POV
After hours of driving, we finally reached our destination. The penthouse stretched before us, massive and stunning in a way that caught my breath.
I come from money, sure, but Dad never believed in flashy displays. Our house was comfortable but nothing like this monument to wealth.
I stared at the building until my eyes watered, completely lost in taking in every detail.
"Claire Smith, are you okay?" Felix's voice cut through my trance.
His sharp tone made me jump. "I'm okay! Sorry about that."
"It's fine," he replied, but something in his expression shifted.
How did he know my full name? The pieces started clicking together in my mind. He and his brother were definitely working together, trying to throw me off the trail.
Whatever game they were playing, I wouldn't
