(Christoper’s POV)
I walked quickly out of the office, my anger still bubbling in my chest. Heather followed behind me, his steps even though I could feel his tension. When I got into the car, my mind was only focused on one thing—Max, the coward who dared to touch my wife, would receive his due reward.
"We'll be there soon, sir," Heather reported, his voice calm but firm. I just nodded without saying anything. My gaze was straight ahead, focused on our goal. For me, this is not just a personal matter, it is a matter of self-respect and honor.
When the car stopped in front of an old apartment on the outskirts of town, I immediately got out without waiting. My men are waiting, ready to carry out my orders.
"Take me upstairs," I said coldly. They immediately took me to the second floor,
