6:00 PM, Noah's Mansion
Noah leaned back on the sofa in his living room, a glass of water in hand. Glancing at his watch, he realized it was time.
The corner of his mouth quirked upward in a faint smirk. "Time to start making my way," he murmured, setting the glass down on the marble coffee table.
Standing, Noah adjusted the cufflinks on his tailored shirt and grabbed his keys from the keyholder near the door.
His choice for the evening was the Lykan Hypersport. The engine roared to life with a satisfying growl as he turned the key.
Amelia's estate.
The sprawling estate appeared ahead, its grandeur evident in every detail. Soldiers stood near the entrance as usual.
As Noah's Lykan Hypersport purred into the driveway, the soldiers immediately straightened. Noah rolled down the window, offering them a polite smile and a casual nod.
"Evening, gentlemen," he said, his tone calm.
