The Accidental Wealth

Chapter 35

The sleek black car glided through the night, its headlights cutting through the darkness like a knife. Victor sat in the back, his face illuminated by the soft glow of his phone as he scrolled through messages. The driver, a stoic man with a face like carved granite, fixed his eyes on the road ahead.

Victor glanced out the window, watching the city lights fade away as they headed towards the outskirts. The sky above was a thick blanket of clouds, promising rain but holding back as if waiting for the perfect dramatic moment to unleash its fury.

The car wound through increasingly desolate streets, passing abandoned warehouses and overgrown lots. Finally, it pulled up to a nondescript building, its gray facade blending into the cloudy night sky. A large shipping container was parked outside, looking out of place in the empty lot.

As the car came to a stop, Victor spotted Tony standing next to the container. He exited the car, the gravel crunching under his expensive shoes.

"Tony, my