James grinned at the driver, holding a briefcase filled with cash—thanks to Elancia, who had provided him a significant sum from the stash in the penthouse. According to her, Mr. Alestier or Liam had been dumping them up for years without the need to check or spend.
He gave the directions to the driver until the car came to a halt before the said building. James' gaze fell on the signature 'RED HEAVEN' logo glowing in red; finally, he found it. However, on the contrary, he felt no relief—not until he managed to rescue Jenny from it.
"Sir, do you have a reservation?" One of the buffed-up men with the scarred face restricted his entry inside, putting a hand before him. James halted in his steps, his expression darkened.
"Are you trying to stop Mr. Koslov?" His presence demanded attention. The guard flinched a bit, obviously taken aback by his domineering accent laced with power and something that intimidated him.
