Chapter 646 Change of Plans

• In a small, run-down cottage, the air hung thick with the weight of disarray. Piles of scattered items filled every corner, yet the room was unnervingly spotless. It was as if the mess had settled around the single figure sitting in the middle of it all—a pale, gaunt woman in a wheelchair, her eyes hollow, lost to some faraway place.
• By her side stood two sharply dressed men, their suits an obvious contrast to the tattered, humble surroundings. Their presence seemed unnatural here, as though they didn't belong in this quiet, suffocating space.
• Outside, footsteps echoed, their rhythm steady and deliberate. The door creaked open, and in the doorway appeared a tall figure, filling the frame with an undeniable presence.