Zade led her through a corridor, it was quieter and more private than the grand halls they’d passed earlier. The floors here were polished stone, the walls lined with framed black and white photographs: cityscapes buildings that looked like they had stories behind them.
Ryan followed a few steps behind.
"This part of the estate is my personal wing," Zade said, gesturing ahead as they stopped before a set of tall glass doors. "I don’t bring many people here."
He pushed the doors open.
Beyond them was a terrace garden, elevated and expansive. Stone pathways cut through carefully manicured greenery, low lights embedded along the edges.
Sylvie stepped forward slowly.
"It’s beautiful," she said, before she could stop herself.
Zade smiled faintly. "I had it designed myself."
They walked
