After leaving his apartment that morning, Eric didn't drive to work. Instead, he headed to a secluded location—one his father had instructed him to meet at.
"I thought you were operating from a distance," Eric said, eyeing the middle-aged man with white hair and a neatly trimmed French beard. "But here you are, out of the blue. That's suspicious."
Alexander had been guiding his son from the shadows for years, carefully preparing him for something much bigger. He'd always been smooth with his movements, leaving no trace of their connection, ensuring no one knew the true nature of their relationship.
"After you tried to interfere with my plans, you think I can trust you from afar?" Alexander replied, his voice low but firm.
Eric had always been loyal—a devoted pawn executing his father's orders. But lately, Alexander had sensed something off. A shift. His son was distracted, possibly wavering because of that woman—his former pawn.
