Max exited the hall and moved through the marble lobby. The cool air of the corridor immediately washed over him like the first breath after drowning. The noise of the banquet was nothing but a dull hum behind closed doors now. His focus had narrowed to his main goal and that is returning to the Liroux estate.
From the far end of the lobby, footsteps approached rapidly. One of his men, stationed discreetly among the staff, broke from his position and hurried toward him. His pace was quick, but his posture remained respectful, cautious, and aware of the atmosphere radiating from Maximilian’s expression.
“Sir,” the man called quietly as he reached him, slightly breathless. “You’re leaving?”
Max didn’t stop walking. His eyes remained fixed on the exit doors ahead, each stride measured and
