As the car came to a halt, tension hung thick in the air, swirling around Owen and Yves like a dark omen. The question loomed, but Owen's response was evasive, a prelude to a clandestine agenda that would soon unfold. With a calculated air of deference, Owen stepped out of the car and, with a flourish of courtesy, held the door open for Yves.
"Sir, I will explain it after this. For now, please follow the arrangement." He chose his words judiciously, aware of the potential for Yves' temper to ignite like a raging inferno.
Hearing this, Yves' instincts flared, sensing the gravity of the situation. Yet, he chose to bide his time, obediently following Owen's lead without protest. Throughout the journey to a lavish, opulent room prepared in his honor, Yves kept his lips tightly sealed, guarding the questions that clamored for release.
