Delilah, who had been watching their interaction from the base of the stairs, hardly paid attention to their exchange.
Her curiosity pulled her in a different direction, something far more intriguing.
She stepped down, her heels clicking softly against the floor, and turned her attention to Marco.
"What’s going on, Marco?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.
There was an unusual air in the mansion—an energy she hadn't felt before.
Marco looked at her, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. "Today is the D-day."
Delilah opened her mouth to press for more information, but before she could, the heavy front doors creaked open.
A group of men marched in with their own guards in tow.
Their presence immediately filled the room with an unspoken authority.
They moved like wolves,
