Mace Sinclair navigated the streets of Veridian Heights in the dead of night. The city was a quiet, slumbering giant with its towering skyscrapers now reduced to mere silhouettes against the dark canvas of the sky. The city's usual cacophony was replaced by an eerie, almost haunting silence. Only the soft hum of his car's engine disrupted the stillness.His hands gripped the steering wheel with a tension that mirrored the unresolved turmoil within him. The sleek, black car glided through the empty streets with the grace of a shadow. Mace's jaw remained clenched, his emotions buried deep within his chiseled features.Nysaa, seated in the passenger's seat, was a stark contrast to the tension that gripped the driver. Her fiery sapphire eyes had finally given in to exhaustion, and her cherry-red lips were parted ever so slightly as she slumbered. Her short, dark brown hair framed her face in wild, untamed waves, giving her a carefree appearance, even in her sleep.Mace, while focusing on

For Mace Sinclair, the passing of four days felt like an eternity. The image of Nysaa, with her fiery sapphire eyes and the chaos she brought into his life, was etched in his mind. Her absence was more of a taunt than a relief. He had instructed her to come to his office, and he had a lawsuit hanging over her head, but it seemed like she had no intention of showing up. His patience was running thin.In his sleek, crisp white suit, Mace sat at his desk, surrounded by the luxurious opulence of his office. The high-rise view of the city outside went unnoticed as his jaw clenched, and his piercing gaze was locked on the documents scattered across his desk. He was, after all, a man who demanded precision and control in every aspect of his life.The case against Nysaa was a matter of principle for Mace, and he was not about to let it slide. He had a reputation to uphold and a message to send - that no one could trifle with him without facing consequences. The audacity of her actions had cro