Twenty one years had carved its lines into the city, but some things never changed.
A sleek black Ferrari pulled into the busy street, its engine low and sharp. The door opened, and a very tall man stepped out. Everything about him screamed money, power, and control. His wristwatch gleamed, his suit looked freshly tailored, and even the way he adjusted his cufflinks drew attention.
Women passing by couldn’t stop looking. Heads turned. Some whispered. Others simply stared.
The man’s phone rang. He picked it up without looking at the screen.
“Oh yeah, I’ll meet you there soon,” he said in a calm, cold tone. “Just make sure you have everything I expect from you. Don’t ruin anything for me this time.”
He ended the call and put the phone back in his pocket. His dark glasses covered his ey
