The night was deep and dark, with only the flickering fireworks illuminating the sky, casting a hazy glow over the surroundings.
Lucien sat alone on a spacious lounge chair, a cigarette between his long, slender fingers. His eyes burned with undisguised frustration. The ashtray on the table beside him was already overflowing with cigarette butts—silent evidence of his restlessness. And the source of all his irritation and anger pointed to only one person—Cynthia.
Just then, Simon appeared quietly, breaking the silence. His voice was low and respectful. "Boss, your call."
Lucien turned his head slowly, taking the phone from Simon's outstretched hand. The moment his gaze landed on the caller ID, his once dark and unreadable eyes flickered with a sharp light, like a predator locking onto its prey.
With a single press, he answered the call, bringing the phone to his ear. Unlike the cool tranquility of the night, his voice was cold and sharp. "Have you made your decision?"
The voice on the
