Chapter 291: And tonight....

~Night~

Davis ended the call, a sigh escaping his lips. His gaze lingered longer on her photo on the screen, his hand pausing slightly on her cheek.

Quietly, he dialed another number. After a few rings, a voice filtered through. "Davis?"

"Richard, I need your help concerning her."

Richard stiffened, his gaze sweeping the area. Noticing no one nearby, he sighed in relief.

"She came to the meeting alone?" His voice was low.

"I suspect so," Richard answered.

"No need to suspect. It’s a fact. I called her guard and discovered they never knew when she left the house," he reported helplessly.

He had called several times, but when she didn’t pick up, he was left with no other option than to contact her guards—who turned out to be unaware of her departure, as her usual car was still at home.

Davis did some deduction and arrived at one conclusion—she had gone out with another car.

Recalling she had mentioned checking out the venue, he concluded that Richard, being her manager, must be present.

"That’s how she is. She usually walks alone, and the guards stay at a distance since she doesn’t like having them around her," he explained.

Davis sighed. "Please take her home yourself. She shouldn’t be driving at this time. I’ve already sent her guards to her location."

"Is she aware?"

"No, and she doesn’t have to be. I just don’t want to risk anything going wrong with her," he replied.

Though he hadn’t entered this marriage willingly, now he wouldn’t want to lose it. Her presence had always been the force that kept him going.

"Alright," Richard answered, followed by a beep tone. After the call, Davis took a deep breath, relieved.

A glass of brandy in his hand, he slowly swirled the cup, his cold gaze fixed on the swirling drink, his mind spinning with thoughts. This night was sure to be restless.

Seated at the far end of the club, away from prying eyes, his countenance was cold, his aura domineering—keeping people several feet away. His wheelchair was nowhere in sight as he casually watched the activities around him.

a drink but was more concerned with getting this game rolling. A figure emerged from the shadows and sat before him. "What

as the information you got," the

"Alright," he said.

walked away, leaving his subordinate dumbfounded—wondering where he was headed and what he was planning to do. The next minute, his eyes widened in trepidation as he watched Davis moving toward the underground

this flaming hall. He rubbed his eyes, anxious to find out what would happen—but the

of the darkest halls in Country Y. Access came only with a certain membership level or the ability to defeat skillfully with minimal or

information was bought and sold at a high price.

worry and fear, he

decision: inform

a judge’s gavel sealing fate. Dim lights flickered above, casting

tall—regal and composed. His hands tucked neatly into his coat pockets with an air

stopped mid-roll. Chips froze mid-air. All eyes turned to him, studying the

began to advance, peeled away from the walls,

are you?" one asked coldly, muscles rippling beneath a tight shirt, his

with a smirk that was

name rang, but

and a scar that ran from ear to jaw, froze, Sharp eyes, salt-and-pepper beard, and a face carved from years of sin and

gaze snapped toward Davis, inspecting him like a puzzle

"Spectrum, you’re not that old—don’t tell me dementia’s caught up with you

this, the bouncers’ knuckles cracked, the room bristling with tension.

thudded beneath his slow, measured steps as

stood still, steady

His crew froze, halting

repeated, now standing inches from Davis, eyes

flicked over the crowd.

eyes glinting with amusement. "I

asked coolly, meeting Spectrum’s stare

A long pause.

Then a grin. "Deal."

Onlookers gathered, hungry for blood or brilliance. In this world, no names mattered. No titles.

out the deck. Cards whispered against felt

leaned forward, fingers

"High stakes?" he said.

Davis nodded. "Any time."

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