Chapter 76
Breeze glided softly across the enormous glass building of Maison de la Croix, the afternoon sun shifting from mild to merciless, striking against the mirrored walls like rippling water.
The entire façade shimmered—grand, untouchable, and quietly suffocating beneath its own beauty.
In the middle of the open parking lot stood Sebastian Cross—motionless, yet commanding, as though the world was orbiting around him.
Cars were parked in neat rows, metallic reflections bouncing off imported roses planted along the curbs, their petals trembling faintly under the wind.
Everything about the space screamed wealth—the manicured precision, the sterile perfection—everything Croix.
Sebastian stood right in it, fully exposed to the sun. His bleached-blonde hair caught the light, his sharp-cut suit clinging to him like armour, and light tan skin glistening faintly—every inch of him broadcasting arrogance, authority, and beauty in equal measure.
