The last car rolled to a stop, and I watched as Mr. Lucien Delacroix stepped out. He moved with the kind of authority that made the ground feel smaller beneath him, flanked by both his daughters, his son, and even his grandchildren. Behind them, Mira followed, her posture precise, almost rehearsed.
Mia, standing beside me, whispered softly. “That’s Lucien Delacroix, Kael. His eldest daughter, Seraphine, is in charge of Delacroix Investments. His youngest, Celeste, manages their media branch. His son, Victor, oversees the logistics division. And these are his grandchildren—Adrian and Lila—they have roles in Delacroix Pharmaceuticals and Delacroix Real Estate respectively.”
I nodded slowly, taking in the lineage. Each person’s presence screamed power, wealth, and absolute control over thei
