Chapter 113
- Jordan’s POV
- My eyes remained tensely fixed on the grand villa's wrought-iron front gate, watching the sleek metal bars illuminated under the soft glow of the estate's driveway lanterns.
- The digital clock on my wrist was ticking down the final seconds—it was literally about to hit 8:00 p.m. on the dot, yet Rosalina was nowhere to be seen.