Chapter 81 - The fall of the Anstorne

Inside the once-pristine walls of the Anstorne mansion, chaos reigned like a storm crashing against marble. The air was heavy—thick with the scent of polished wood and desperation. Broken glass shimmered on the floor of Maxime Anstorne's grand study, fragments of a once orderly life scattered in jagged pieces beneath his shoes. Books were ripped from their shelves, papers flew like white birds caught in a gale, and his voice echoed in maddening bursts as he cursed the very walls that had once celebrated his success.