Watts' eyes lingered on the lavish office door ahead of him.
They had passed through a lot of check points, though they were really unnecessary for him.
Tessa made sure he passed through without any bit of checking, which worked in his favor.
He didn't really want to check if really their machines could detect the presence of El Max in his body.
He didn't have another way to miss the check points in the beginning, and he had already made plans on how he was going to pass through he check points.
But now, he could just lean back and enjoy the view.
Anyway, at the office, he took in its intricacies—the polished mahogany wood gleaming under soft ambient lights, the golden trim exuding both elegance and authority.
The subtle scent of lavender and something metallic drifted faintly through the corridor, blending comfort and formality.
As he followed Tessa toward the door, he nodded in silent appreciation.
