“Why not?”

The waiter’s expression turned fearful as he explained, “That’s Carl’s room.

He’s a shareholder in this nightclub.

I can’t afford to provoke him.

With those words, the waiter swiftly departed.

Disheartened and overwhelmed by panic, Flossie rushed out, her mind racing with urgency and worry.

She recognized the urgency of seeking aid for Benny at any cost, especially since his body had just undergone recovery, and she couldn’t bear the thought of him being harmed again.

The rain began to fall outside, further emptying the streets of both pedestrians and vehicles.

Feeling disoriented, Flossie gazed in all directions, a sense of helplessness washing over her.

Veyron gracefully halted at the entrance, and its back door swung open with

in a finely tailored suit, his shirt pressed, and a deep

radiated dignity, authority, and an undeniable

beside the man, sheltering him with a black

from the

as her sole savior in that moment

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rain, she closed the distance and clasped the man’s arm, pleading, “Sir, I

is

Please, save him.

quickly soaked Flossie’s being, making it

her eyes and meet the gaze of the man standing

eyes locked, Edmund Hanson’s furrowed

as hazy

anticipation, and his

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