Rain fell heavily across Valenridge that night.
The city lights reflected across wet roads while thunder rolled quietly above the dark skyline.
Inside one abandoned private warehouse far from the city center, tension filled the air heavily.
Victor slammed his phone angrily against the table.
"She's stalling us."
One of the men nearby cursed under his breath.
"Then expose her already."
Another man shook his head impatiently.
"We should've dealt with Clara weeks ago."
Victor's expression remained dark while pacing slowly across the room.
Nothing had gone according to plan lately.
The scandal failed.
The transfer failed.
Sebastian remained untouched.
And somehow—instead of falling apart, Ravenscroft's public image was becoming even stronger.
That irritated Victor more than anything.
Because ordinary people were starting to admire Sebastian openly now.
