The Lucas family estate stood like a monument to power—stoic, grand, and old money through and through. The building soon came into view from Alexander's view from the car.

Alexander’s car slid to a stop in front of the circular driveway.

He stepped out without urgency, buttoning his dark coat with that familiar precision that followed him everywhere.

His expression, as always, was unreadable, calm but commanding. A guard outside opened the door before he reached it, already anticipating his arrival.

“Mr. Alexander,” the man greeted with a shallow bow. “Mr. Lucas is waiting in the study.”

Without a word, Alexander stepped inside. His shoes barely made a sound on...