In the luxury suite, Charles stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his gaze distant, his mind lost in thought.
Behind him, Leila lay unconscious, her body pale as the doctor worked quickly, tending to her injuries. The rope burns on her hands and legs were still fresh, and though the wound on her thigh had been bandaged, a faint trace of blood seeped through the gauze.
Outside, the city lights sparkled, casting a soft glow on the horizon. But Charles wasn't looking at the view. His eyes were clouded, his thoughts dark and heavy.
"Charles!"
Ethan's voice broke through the silence, sharp and brimming with energy.
He strode into the room, every step exuding confidence. Dressed in a well-tailored suit that accentuated his tall, lean frame, he ran a hand through his perfectly styled golden
