The police cars came to a full stop.
The moment the engines fell silent, the atmosphere around the villa changed completely.
The door of the lead vehicle swung open, and Leonardo Rhys stepped out first. He was dressed in a crisp uniform, his posture straight and unyielding, his expression cold enough to freeze the air around him. Behind him, a group of fully armed police officers followed in tight formation, boots striking the ground in near-perfect rhythm.
The sight alone was enough to make hearts skip beats.
The members of the Lacy family froze in unison.
For a split second, no one spoke.
Then Tom Lacy reacted, quickly stepping forward with a strained smile, his tone instantly shifting to one of forced respect.
“Director Rhys… what brings you here today?”
“Humph.”
Leonardo Rhys
