The black Maybach glided silently through the Han clan estate, its sleek form cutting through the night like a shadow. Garden lights cast a soft glow over meticulously manicured lawns, illuminating the path lined with cherry blossom trees. The estate was like a fortress, guarded by men in black gear, their eyes sharp and hands steady on their weapons.
As the car approached the grand entrance near the fountain, the butler stepped forward, his posture impeccable. "Young master, you have returned," he said with a respectful bow. "The master is waiting for you in his office."
Han Xin nodded curtly, stepping out of the car. The moment he entered the house, the scent of expensive wine and the faint hum of classical music greeted him. His stepmother, Jin Tao, lounged on the couch, a glass of wine in her hand. The table before her was cluttered with bottles—some opened, some not, and some empty. She sneered at him, her eyes glassy with intoxication.
