The sleek black car came to a sudden halt in front of a magnificent gate, its intricate craftsmanship a testament to the opulence that lay beyond. This was the mansion of James, yet another titan of the business world who, like Francisco, concealed a hidden identity.
Behind his public façade, James was an underworld mafia figure, expertly shielding his criminal persona behind the veil of his legitimate enterprises.
As the car pulled up, the tension inside the vehicle was palpable. The mansion's guards, dressed in sharp suits and vigilant as ever, immediately noticed the intruder. Bruce was thrown out of the moving car.
Their eyes narrowed in suspicion as they realized a disheveled and injured man was sprawled at the gate. Before they could spring into action, the car abruptly accelerate
