“Don’t touch that door unless you’re ready to see Hans standing on the other side.”Lyra froze. Her hand, already resting on the handle of the solid teak door, turned cold. She glanced back at Kenzo, who stood casually near the window, his figure framed by the blinding morning sunlight. The penthouse suddenly felt smaller than usual. Her chest tightened, as if her lungs refused to function.“He wouldn’t dare step into this hotel,” Lyra replied, though her own voice sounded hollow to her ears.Kenzo chuckled. The laugh was short, dry, deeply condescending. He turned slowly, letting the sunlight illuminate the sharp lines of his face. There was no empathy there. Only cold, piercing logic.“He doesn’t need to come in here to destroy you, Lyra. He only needs to wait for you to step outside my protection.” Kenzo walked toward the marble table.He tossed his phone onto its surface. The screen lit up, displaying a photo of a white sedan Lyra recognized all too well. It was parked directly ac
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