In the early morning hours, a hint of dawn emerged from the horizon.
Jonathan had already risen early, exercised, and taken a shower. He changed into a sharp suit, slicked his long hair back, and adorned himself with a prestigious Omega watch. At the same time, he lit a cigarette.
He walked out of the villa calmly and headed to Bert Estate, where he quietly enjoyed his breakfast as usual.
Today marked the second day of the three-day deadline set by the Oscar family's blood oath.
Grace sat at the table, although she had no appetite, she still fed herself a few bites of steak. She had to keep up appearances.
The atmosphere in the entire Bert Estate was somewhat oppressive.
Only Jonathan, sipping his wine and quietly eating his steak, seemed detached from it all.
Grace couldn't force h
