Chapter 352: The Killing Gambit from the Capital

The scent of antiseptic and expensive liquor from the club still clung faintly to the air as the Rolls-Royce glided through the quiet streets of Yorkvichill City. Inside, an unusual silence reigned. Mabel Flores sat beside Ulric Collins, her usual sharp, commanding aura replaced by a soft vulnerability she only ever showed around him. Her gaze was fixed on his profile—the calm, unwavering lines of his jaw, the deep focus in his eyes as he watched the road. Tonight had been a storm. The Hu...