Chapter 132

• Brayden stepped into his mansion, exhaustion settling deep into his bones. The day had been long, filled with endless meetings, threats to handle, and problems to solve.
• He loosened his tie as he made his way upstairs to his bedroom. The house was quiet, except for the faint hum of the night outside. He preferred it this way—silence gave him time to think.
• As soon as he entered his room, he walked toward the bathroom. His reflection in the mirror showed tired eyes and a tense jaw.