NOVARIA’S POV
“I expected this much from you,"
Marcus slowly rose from his chair, adjusting the sleeves of his white suit like he wasn’t standing in the middle of a brewing war.
A smile lingered on his lips. Cold and mocking.
“You know,” he continued casually, “it’s actually a shame. We could’ve become great allies,"
Sylvester’s jaw tightened instantly.
The atmosphere inside the room shifted Dangerously.
Then, Marcus snapped his fingers. Everything exploded at once.
“Sylvester!” Chris barked sharply.
The walls around them suddenly came alive as armed men stormed out from hidden corners, hallways, and behind furniture with guns already raised.
The trap had finally revealed itself..Metal clicked. Safety locks released. And within seconds, the room was surrounded.
“Cowards!” Sylves
