Outside the villa, there was a Lamborghini parked.
A man, draped in a black long coat, stood next to the sports car under the hazy light of night. His face was sombre, and his hair carried the white mist of the night.
He had his hands in his coat pockets, his intense eyes focused on the brightly lit villa.
The emotions beneath those eyes were unreadable.
His anger seemed to ferment on his face, little by little.
The living room door opened; Ann Nolan, dressed in a white coat, emerged, followed by petite Jasmine Yale.
The wind outside was harsh, particularly cold.
"Jasmine, you should go back." Ann stopped her.
Jasmine looked up and saw Zaiden Santos outside.
Although Zaiden's face was grim, he remained entirely calm.
"Jasmine, it will be alright, he wouldn't dare to harm me. He and I have a relationship of interests," Ann reassured her, "It's true that his character is questionable, but at least he does have limits - he wouldn't hit a woman."
"But..."
