Chapter 12. Nightmares

Scar's face contorted with pain, as he hastily excused himself from the lavish dinner, staggering through the grand hallways of the opulent hotel. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows on the ornate walls as he stumbled towards the dimly lit corridor leading to the bathroom. His footsteps echoed ominously, resonating with the turmoil within him.

He felt a surge of nausea rising in his throat, a bitter reminder of the poison that coursed through his veins. He clenched his teeth, fighting back the urge to vomit. He had to maintain his composure, his dignity, his reputation. He was Scar, the billionaire philanthropist, the visionary genius, Lord of the dragons. He could not afford to show weakness, not in front of his enemies.

Meanwhile, Lena, returning from a brief absence, caught a glimpse of her boss's desperate figure propped against the cold marble wall. As her eyes locked onto him, her heart skipped a beat, and a rush of concern flooded her veins. In that instant, time stood