Hundreds of miles away, inside a hotel room.
Jonathan.
This is the woman you abandoned your wife for, the child you cast aside your own son to cherish.
Everything happening now is exactly what you deserve.
Sinclair gazed coldly at the surveillance footage unfolding before him, his dark eyes devoid of warmth.
Like an emotionless deity looking down from on high.
Yet the increasingly oppressive aura around him betrayed his true feelings.
"President Luther, the item you requested." Gerald entered, holding a sterilized dagger.
"Come here."
"Yes, sir!"
Though puzzled, Gerald obeyed and stepped forward.
Sinclair narrowed his eyes, his well-defined fingers moving to the buttons of his shirt. One.
Two. ... Watching Sinclair's deliberate movements, Gerald swallowed hard, his throat dry with nervous tension.
Why was the CEO undressing?!
