Chapter 503

• As Luana's fingertips touched the villa's ornate iron gate, a sharp crack of shattering porcelain echoed from the living room.
• The moment she pushed the door open, a wave of air carrying the pungent smells of whisky and gunpowder rushed out. Beneath the crystal chandelier, an expensive Persian carpet was stained with red wine, and a shattered antique vase leaned against the wall, its fragments glinting like scattered moonlight on the floor.
• The maids, once elegantly moving through the house, now huddled in the corners like frightened quails, their trembling shoulders and pale faces telling the story of what had just transpired.