As the sunlight cast a light across the sprawling estate, the heavy metallic gates slowly rolled open, not to let anyone in—but to let authority out.
From the long, stone-paved driveway emerged a young man dressed in an elegant dark-blue suit, tailored to perfection. His black hair was slicked back neatly, his posture commanding, his face striking—handsome enough to draw attention, and cold enough to hold it. Behind him trailed seven fully armed security guards, each walking in perfect formation like shadows that had sworn loyalty to his every step.
As they approached the gate, the two guards stationed there snapped upright. The younger one quickly stepped forward and whispered something into the man's ear while gesturing toward Raymond. The man's sharp eyes moved past them, locking directly onto Raymond.
