Lucian stepped out of his room and headed down the stairs, his phone pressed to his left ear as he delivered instructions upon instructions to the person on the other end of the call. His voice was calm but authoritative, his tone leaving no room for misunderstanding.
Wearing a stylish black embroidered suit with a matching long coat, a sleek black button-up shirt, and a refined watch, he looked more than ready to conquer his world. Every detail of his outfit was meticulously chosen, exuding power and sophistication. His polished shoes clicked softly against the marble floor as he descended, his presence commanding attention even in the grandeur of the mansion.
But he had barely made it to the ground floor when his ears caught the sound of soft voices and light laughter coming from above. He knew instantly that it was Marlowe and Serena, and they had not made it down yet.
