At the exact same time, Isiah made his way back to the grand avenue where he had first encountered Darian and Kamile Wills.
Just as he anticipated, both sisters were waiting for him, dressed in the most exquisite, tailored gowns he had ever seen.
Eijar peeked out from beneath his lapel, whispering softly, "This is the ideal environment for you, master. Women fall for you effortlessly here, and not a single soul knows your identity."
"You are mistaken," Isiah countered in a low voice. "They know everything about my history and my deeds. They simply do not recognize my face."
He closed the distance between them, his expression devoid of any warmth or smile.
Kamile stepped forward first, reaching out a gloved hand toward him. "Will you escort us today, mister..."
She deliberately trailed off, hoping he would finally reveal his name. Isiah, however, maintained a stony silence, striding past her outstretched hand without making physical contact.
