Chapter 161

• Third person POV
• In a quiet, high-end hotel far from the bustle of the main city center, three men sat behind closed doors in a private suite that reeked of power and betrayal. The curtains were drawn, and the atmosphere was thick with the scent of leather and expensive cologne. Ivan reclined comfortably in a sleek armchair, his fingers rhythmically drumming against a side table while his other hand swirled the glass of bourbon he had barely touched.
• Across from him sat Alan, leaning forward with a restless edge. He hadn’t taken a sip of his own drink. His eyes were fixed on Ivan, irritation and anticipation woven into his every expression.