Lloyd and Lisa stepped into the Francis family home, the hum of conversation and faint clinking of glasses drawing them toward the living room.
The luxurious cars outside had hinted at something unusual, even more so the tons of security guards that stood with those cars, but the sight that greeted them only deepened their confusion.
Standing in the center of the room was Edgar Numa, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit.
His expression radiated smugness as he gestured animatedly, speaking to Lisa’s grandfather, John, and her parents, Harold and Eleanor.
Around him were several other men, likely more his guards, stationed near the door.
The table in the corner was laden with extravagant gifts... fine wines, golden trinkets, and even a sealed envelope that Lloyd assumed contained the
