As the last police officer left the mansion, silence filled the grand hall, the air thick with the lingering tension. Armin, still standing tall, wiped the frustration from his face, replacing it with a sharp, calculated smirk. The echo of footsteps faded away, leaving only the sound of Gabriel’s slow, steady breathing as he tried to process everything that had just happened. Lilian stood beside him, pale and shaken, while Bjorn leaned against the wall, his wild eyes darting around as if still searching for the woman he believed Neil had stolen from him.
Armin turned his gaze to Gabriel, his expression suddenly calm, almost amused. He crossed his arms over his chest, the flicker of a chuckle escaping his lips as if the chaos of the moment had unlocked something far more sinister in his mi
