At that moment the tension in the room grew thick the moment the three men stepped in. Each one carried a black briefcase—identical, polished, and heavy with intent. They didn't speak. Their footsteps echoed softly across the marble floor as they moved like clockwork.
Immediately Edward's cocky grin faded. He exchanged a look with Liam, whose brows drew together in a mix of confusion and suspicion. Avery stiffened beside them, her hands curled tightly in her lap.
No one dared to ask a question, Then the door opened again, this time, the air changed.
The fourth man stepped in—tall, young, and disturbingly composed. His presence wasn't loud, but it demanded attention. Sharp suit, clean lines, an expensive watch that glinted under the soft lighting. His eyes swept the room with casual confidence, and when they landed on Raymond, a small nod followed.
That was when the whispers began.
"Wait... isn't that...?"
"I think I've seen him before... at the city's investment summit—"
