An hour later, the convoy reached the outskirts of Ross's estate. The mansion loomed in the distance, hidden deep in the wilderness.
Even from afar, it was a sight to behold—a sprawling property that screamed extravagance.
The massive gates were guarded by state-of-the-art security, cameras swiveling in every direction, motion sensors lining the perimeter.
Kirito's sharp gaze swept over the scene, noting every detail. The towering walls, the carefully manicured grounds, the armed guards patrolling discreetly—it was a fortress in every sense of the word.
"Impressive," Kirito muttered, though his tone dripped with disdain.
"A man who hides in luxury. Typical."
The SUVs came to a halt a few hundred meters from the gates. Kirito stepped out, the cool night air biting against his face.
He adjusted his tailored suit with practiced precision, his movements slow and deliberate.
