Chapter 5 - A Knock At The Door
Before Ryan could continue his arrogant speech, a heavy, deliberate knock echoed against the front door.
Everyone in the living room paused, turning their heads toward the entryway in sudden confusion.
“Did you invite someone else, Ryan?” Arthur asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at the heavy oak panels.
“No, all our expected guests have already arrived,” Ryan frowned, checking his gold-plated wristwatch.
The knock sounded again—heavier this time, carrying an undeniable aura of absolute, unshakeable power.
“Evelyn, go see who is disturbing us and send them away,” Ryan ordered, flicking his wrist dismissively.
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I didn't answer him. Instead, I set my silver tray down on the mahogany side table with deliberate slowness.
My heart pounded against my ribs like a trapped bird as I walked toward the grand entryway.
