The next day was like every other day.
The road was busy, teeming with life. Cars zipped by with a steady hum, and the cool air of the morning carried the familiar scent of the city—fresh, sharp, and alive. People hurried past the sidewalk, some chatting on their phones, others clutching their coffee cups as they rushed toward towering office buildings.
The architecture varied from sleek, glass-fronted structures to older, brick buildings adorned with vintage signs. Pedestrians dodged between one another, crossing streets with the practiced ease of city dwellers.
In the backseat of a black sedan that glided smoothly through traffic, Bentley and Nova sat, both dressed sharply in their corporate attire. Bentley's crisp, tailored suit fit perfectly, exuding an air of control and success a
