Meanwhile, some distance away in one of the wealthier residential streets in Los Alverez, the Hayes Mansion stood like a monument to ambition, perched on a sprawling estate just outside the city's bustling core.
It was a big building, almost similar to Darren's in size, although a bit more grand with a facade that blended old-world aesthetics with modern opulence.
Ivory stone walls climbing three stories, manicured gardens stretched out in every direction, their hedges sculpted into precise geometric patterns, while fountains murmured softly, their waters catching the glow of discreetly placed lanterns.
Past the multiple black SUV's and a particular beautiful red sports car, inside the mansion was where the main business was going on.
In the living room, a cavernous space with mahogany paneling and a fireplace large enough to roast an ox, ten men in expensive suits gathered in a loose semicircle.
