When the car pulled up to the building, I saw a few men in uniforms standing downstairs.
They wore navy-blue uniforms with their caps pulled low, lined up in a row as if they were waiting for someone specific.
I glanced at Lucas. He offered no explanation, simply reaching out to steady my arm.
"Let's go upstairs."
His voice was flat, devoid of emotion.
However, I noticed that the hand supporting my arm was gripping tighter than usual.
When the elevator doors opened, the uniformed men followed us, their steps light yet imposing.
The hallway was deathly quiet, filled only by the sound of our footsteps, which felt like a silent announcement.
As we reached the door, laughter and chatter drifted from inside—Arthur and Bella.
Lucas took the keys from my hand, his motion completely natur
