Chapter 63: A Seat at the Table
The Rolls-Royce glided through the city streets, its tinted windows shielding Adrian and Ivy from the outside world. The silence inside was thick, but Adrian could feel Vincent’s gaze studying him, assessing him like a prized asset. “You’re wondering where we’re going,” Vincent said, his voice as smooth as silk. Adrian didn’t answer. He knew better than to give anything away. Vincent smirked. “Smart. You learn quickly.” He tapped on the partition, and the driver took a sharp turn onto a secluded road lined with towering buildings. “Let’s just say, tonight, you’ll see what true power looks like.” Ivy crossed her arms, her posture tense. “If you think we’re going to be intimidated, you don’t know us very well.” Vincent chuckled. “Oh, Ivy, I know exactly who you are.” His gaze flickered
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