Chapter 11 The Edge Of Power

• Zayden's POV:
• I pulled up to the Sinclair residence, my Lamborghini rolling to a stop in front of the imposing gates. The estate loomed ahead, a cold monument to exclusivity and power. The perfectly trimmed hedges and tall iron gates gave off a sense of unapproachable grandeur, while the sprawling mansion looked more like a fortress than a home.
• A butler greeted me at the entrance, his expression neutral, as if unannounced visitors at this hour were just another part of the day. I followed him through the marble-floored foyer, my footsteps echoing in the silent, sterile space. The air inside was just as cold as the exterior. Every piece of furniture, every painting on the walls, screamed status yet lacked any real warmth.