Yannis Fenn received the message at dawn.
It came from the assistant of Ares Zuvel—brief, urgent, and impossible to ignore.
But his phone lay face-down on the bedside table, muted.
And Yannis… was asleep.
…
When he finally saw it—
Everything changed.
His eyes snapped open, the last traces of sleep vanishing in an instant. He shot upright, heart already racing as he reread the message, each word tightening something in his chest.
No hesitation.
No second thought.
He was out of bed in seconds.
The shower barely lasted minutes—just enough to chase away the fog in his mind. Water ran cold over his skin, but it did nothing to quiet the unease building inside him.
Something was wrong.
Deeply wrong.
…
By the time the sun had fully risen, Yannis was already at the towering gates of the Zuvel Laguna Estate.
He didn't even bother with formalities.
The moment his car stopped, he stepped out and tossed the keys to the guard without a word, already moving.
