The mid-morning sun beat down mercilessly on Furong Street, reflecting off the glass facade of the Linfield Biotechnology Co., Ltd. building with a blinding glare. The air was thick with the scent of hot asphalt and the collective desperation of dozens of elderly citizens. Carvel, her face flushed a frantic shade of crimson, spotted Nick Maher stepping out of his Audi A6. To her, he didn't just look like a wealthy young man; he looked like a divine intervention draped in a bespoke Italian suit.
She rushed forward, her heels clicking unevenly on the pavement, and seized Nick’s hands with a grip born of pure panic. "Mr. Maher! You’re Sienna’s friend, aren't you? Thank God you're here. You have to help me, please! These people... they’ve taken everything!"
Nick Maher offered a practiced, co
