Chapter 90 090

• The Connor mansion was surrounded by thick air, bricked with unbreakable tension. Armed men lined the walls, their expressions cold and watchful. Their hands rested on their weapons on the side. The soft clink of a pocket watch echoed faintly as Grandfather Williams adjusted himself in the grand armchair, his sharp eyes fixed on the man standing across from him.
• Santiago stood calmly in the center of the room, his hands loosely clasped behind his back. The faint smirk on his lips betrayed not a trace of fear. Around him, shadows from the tall windows stretched long across the marble floor, like fingers reaching for blood.
• "Well," Santiago said finally, his tone smooth, mocking. "It’s about time you invited me, old man. I was starting to think the great Connor family had forgotten their manners."