In a luxurious apartment in Los Angeles, Claudia arrived first. Her hair was neatly let down, her makeup was heavy, and her expression looked restless yet hungry with desire. She paced back and forth while checking her watch.

There were two knocks on the door.

Claudia quickly opened it.

Standing at the doorway was a well-built man in his early forties, his face resembling the Daxon family—sharp nose, strong jaw, and piercing eyes. But unlike Gevan, who was calm and neat, this man looked wilder and more ambitious.

His name was Khael Daxon, the younger brother of Meydina and Gevan’s biological uncle.

Claudia moved closer immediately, as if unable to...