The Radiance family mansion stood deathly silent, the hollow echo of a man's footsteps bouncing through the vacant living room.
The unnatural stillness drew the household like moths to flame, figures emerging onto the second-floor balcony to peer down at the taciturn figure below.
A suffocating hush blanketed the villa until the staccato rhythm of Yuki's designer heels descending the staircase began thawing the frozen atmosphere.
"Spit it out—what did you discuss with Grandpa?"
Yuki tilted her head, appraising Elvis through slitted eyes before crossing her arms like a shield. Her blood-red silk negligee—undoubtedly chosen for this confrontation—clung to every curve, its plunging neckline accentuated by the subtle musk of her perfume. Every inch of her screamed calculated seduction.
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