Aiden Knight's POV
The taxi drops us off at the entrance to East Forest Lane, and I can immediately sense Chloe's discomfort as she takes in the narrow street lined with humble food stalls. The contrast between her elegant dress and the rough surroundings is stark, but that's exactly what I intended.
"Aiden," she whispers, "are you sure about this?"
"Completely."
We walk deeper into the street, passing vendors grilling skewers over open flames and elderly women selling handmade noodles from plastic bowls. The authentic smells of street food fill the air - garlic, chili oil, and charcoal smoke.
Then I spot them.
Victor Thorne stands frozen beside a luxury sedan, his expensive suit looking ridiculously out of place. His daughter Olivia clutches her designer purse like a shield, her three-thousand-dollar dress catching every eye on the street. They're scanning the area with barely concealed panic.
"Mr. Thorne," I call out.
