Chapter 11: Morning Mischief and Frosty Encounters.Teasing that shy little maid had been the perfect distraction he needed. He knew he shouldn’t let Natasha’s taunts get under his skin, but it was hard not to react when she always seemed to know exactly where to hit."Well, at least I’m not the only one who got flustered today," he mused to himself, his eyes sparkling with amusement.He shut the door behind him and glanced around the lavish room. It was tastefully decorated with dark wood furniture, plush armchairs, and thick carpets that seemed to muffle every sound. The king-sized bed in the center looked ridiculously inviting, but Antonio shook his head."First a drink," he murmured, making his way to the minibar tucked neatly in the corner. As he poured himself a glass of whiskey, he couldn’t help but chuckle, thinking back to Emily’s mortified expression.Raising the glass in a mock toast, he grinned. "To unexpected entertainment."With that, he took a long, slow sip, savoring t

Chapter 13: Shadowed Steps." Finally made it..." Antonio said In a light tone as the car’s sleek engine hummed to a halt in front of a skyscraper wrapped in glass and steel. Antonio’s sharp gaze lifted, taking in the towering grandeur of the brilliant looking building Infront of him.The building was non other than StarCorp Real Estates New York branch. Even at a glance, the building screamed extravagance, it was decorated with new sculptures which lined the entrance, golden accents gleamed against the glass facade, and a sprawling chandelier shone through the lobby’s floor to ceiling windows.Antonio gave a low whistle, muttering under his breath, " I guess things never change..., One way or the other, StarCorp… always finds new ways to flaunt their fortune." He then got out of his car and sighed before he adjusted the collar of his tailored long sleeved plain white shirt, his expression twisting with a mix of melancholy and curiosity as he approached the entrance.---Unbe

Chapter 15: Shadows and Crosshairs.Nickson blended into the sidewalk like an innocent pedestrian, his polished shoes clicking softly against the pavement as he walked along the bustling street. The city's ambient noise of honking cars, distant chatter and the occasional bark of a store owner—served as a perfect cover for his discreet conversation. He spoke into his concealed earpiece, his tone calm without any hint of nervousness."The Target approached StarCorp Real Estate as anticipated," he reported. "Interaction with the receptionist was brief; however, Assistant Director Derek Chase confronted him publicly. Chase ridiculed Mr. Silverstone's past failures, drawing the attention of nearby employees and visitors. Mr Silverstone then responded with measured sarcasm before exiting the premises."A chuckle crackled through the earpiece, followed by the smooth, disdainful voice of Sir Nicholas. "Ah, that Silverstone brat definitely got what he deserved. He dares to boast about winning