As twilight settled over the neighborhood, a car glided to a stop in front of the ornate gate of villa number 8. The billionaire heir behind the wheel, weary from a grueling day at the office, stepped out. His movements were slow, each step laden with the day's burdens. As he made his way up the stairs to the main entrance door, his thoughts entangled in the day's work complexities.
However, his attention was abruptly diverted by unexpected activity at the adjacent villa number 9, which had stood quiet and seemingly vacant for quite some time. First he ignored his surrounding but then he paused, his fatigue momentarily forgotten as he observed the stirrings next door.
