My words lingered in the air, calm and certain.
Evelyn’s heart was anything but.
I could feel it in the way she looked at me—uncertain, searching. The man she once thought she understood was slowly becoming someone else entirely in her eyes.
She wasn’t wrong.
Outside, the convoy moved.
Eleven vehicles cut through the streets of J. City in perfect formation. Ten executive Mercedes sedans flanked the centerpiece—an obsidian Maybach that led like a king among soldiers.
Heads turned instantly.
Pedestrians stopped mid-step, eyes widening, phones already in hand.
“Who is that?” “Those are all Maybach-level cars… do you know how much that costs?” “This isn’t normal… this is insane…”
Within minutes, the internet erupted.
Videos flooded every platform.
#JCityMysteryTycoon climbed to the
