Cynthia clutched Georgia tightly as they followed the man in black toward the office. Georgia trembled uncontrollably, while Cynthia's face remained grim, her eyes filled with determination.
The man in black raised his hand and knocked on the tightly shut door. A few moments later, a lazy, indifferent voice sounded from within. "Come in."
As the door swung open, they stepped into an enormous office, lavishly decorated with opulence at every turn. A young man, no older than his early twenties, lounged in a black executive chair, his feet casually propped up on the desk. Beside him stood a middle-aged man in his forties, his face plastered with a sycophantic smile as he listened attentively to the young man's words.
Cynthia had heard the rumors—Core Club was secretly controlled by the infamous crime lord, Anders Kinsey, who had later handed the club's management over to his son, Marius.
Now, seeing the scene before her, she had no doubt that the reckless young man in front of her was Ma
