Harold's POV
Just like that, we left boldly with the tightly bound Jordan.
We didn't even attempt to avoid surveillance cameras as our car rolled down the street. We moved in plain sight, completely exposed to the lenses.
This must have enraged whoever was watching from behind those monitors.
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In a hotel's presidential suite, an elderly man with silver hair occupied the living room sofa, his expression growing darker as he observed the live surveillance feed on a laptop resting on the coffee table.
A thunderous bellow erupted immediately, accompanied by the crash of a shattered cup. "This is provocation! Pure, shameless provocation!"
Four bodyguards dressed in black flanked the elderly man, heads lowered, silent and afraid to even breathe.
They all understood that Harold, the heir from an influential family, possessed incredible audacity.
