Sometime later...
Felix stepped out of his car and approached the grand gates of his late grandfather's mansion, in the Upper East Side of New York.
This was one of the mansions Felix grew in due to its proximity to the Maxwell Tower. After his parents passed away in the helicopter accident and his grandfather had a heart attack during the Alexander Kingdom's mental invasion, he inherited all of their properties.
As he walked up the stone steps, the large double doors opened smoothly, revealing Leila, the ever-diligent housekeeper.
She greeted him with a polite, knowing smile, and a prudish posture.
"Good evening, Mr. Maxwell," she said, bowing her head slightly. "Allow me to take those."
Before he could respond, Leila knelt to remove his shoes, her movements swift and practiced.
"You don't have to, but thank you."
