MARK JAMES POV
I stared at the closed door of Bruno's office, the tension in my shoulders building with every second that passed. My patience, already thin from the morning's endless meetings, was now hanging by a thread. I could still see Chen Wei's imposing figure in my mind—calm, collected, every move deliberated, like a man who knew more than he let on. The kind of man who could dismantle an empire with just a nod and a few well-placed words.
And Bruno? He did not say a damn thing about why Chen Wei had been in his office. Not a word.
I gritted my teeth, pacing back and forth in the hallway. Bruno had a habit of playing things close to the chest, but this… this was different. Chen Wei did not just drop by for a chat. If he was here, in Bruno's office, there was something big going on, and I was being kept in the dark. Again.
